Although, secretly,I liked it as much that way because it was so natural and musky. Sometimesshe would make me lick her for an hour while she watched ...TV or read a book.She really did not need a bath after that. She liked seeing me in panties.She would keep my pubic hair shaved off or in the form of a V or a heart, whatevercaught her fancy. Another thing Becky does on a regular basis is to use me as her "pee pot" asshe calls me. She had me make a special toilet for her so she could piss onmy. “Who is that?” my husband asked.“Jeremy, honey” I answered.“Read it, I want to know what that brat wants now,” he said angrily.I read the text out loud, while still holding on to my husband’s tiny cock, jerking it slowly.“Hello slut, you were so hot yesterday. Loved it when my cum filled your mouth entirely and you swallowed it all, without a drop. And the way you moan loudly when you reached your orgasm. Bet your husband never made you cum at all.”My husband was very jealous when he heard. "There." There had been no way to keep from leaking around the edges. "Can I have some Kleenex?" Kennedy asked.The coach took the cup, wiped it off from a box she had on her desk, then wiped her own fingers, before offering Kennedy some Kleenex."What was that about?" the coach asked, waving at the cup."I read somewhere that in real urine tests, someone has to watch, to make sure it's not bogus. I didn't want anyone to think I was cheating."A man approached the desk. Kennedy eyed him warily, but. I was over by 830 and looked at the yard…it hadn’t rained much and since I took care of it last weekend I didn’t see a need to do it tomorrow. Max was all over me when I opened the door and turned off the house alarm. He wanted to play a little and I didn’t mind. I opened the fridge and found she made me more pudding and a note on a small pitcher “Jim you can have this too but it does have a little alcohol in it…don’t worry it won’t make you drunk…but you sip it not gulp it – it’s a margarita”.