He just wanted me to sit on his dick and ride.”I told her how lucky she was, but I think she was disappointed. I described how rough Uncle Evil and ...his wife were with me. My sister listened and smiled. When I told her about how Aunt Evil was proud of being a toilet, she didn’t even flinch or seem even mildly surprised.“So, his wife is like a human toilet?”“I suppose so,” I admitted.“Does her husband press down on her boobs or something to flush her?”It sounded like a naïve and silly question,. Mene uske back par lick karna shuru kiya and bite bhi karrahatha mene uske top ko uske bra strap tak upar kiya and vaha tak lick karrahatha and bite karrahatha, vo apne hath mere sarpar rakhkar mujhe sehelarahithi, phir vo utkar bait gai and usne bohut dhirese apna top upar kiya and nikalna shuru kiya, mujhe aabbhi bhi yaadhe kitna mast tha vo scean vo dhire dhire top upar karrahithi and jese mujhe slow mothion par dikrahatha. And jesehi usne top nikala and black paded bra me bhetkar mujhe. Stone steps led down to the expansive lawn and the flowerbeds, bushes and lush vegetation that stretched away down the hillside. A series of lawn lights and torches illuminated the whole garden.I walked across the paving and down the steps. Claire followed on her hands and knees, head lowered. The concrete slabs must have been hard and unforgiving against her bare knees. I could tell she was feeling the cold of the night. Her beautiful soft skin was covered in goose bumps, her nipples were hard. I checked the time on my phone. 9AM - an hour before my class begins. I hear the sound of Natalie peeing on the floor and instinctively put my leg between hers, enjoying the feeling of the warm liquid gushing out of her."Let's go see if the others are up" I say. I grabbed Natalie's butt and guided her out of the room with me, with pee still pouring out from her pussy, soaking the floor and drenching her shiny legs.We peeked into next door, where Tracie, my housemate, is fast asleep, cuddled up.