"Why don't you just pee on the carpet?" Spencer asked. "No, I can't pee on that beautiful carpet - I'd rather drink the pee myself," she said from und...er the skirt. Spencer lifted her skirt so that he saw her face. "That old rug?" he said, "Never mind that. It will soon be disposed of anyway," ha added but thought, I can hide it and take it out on special occasions to revive the smell of her pee. "I could pee in my skirt," she said, "Then there wouldn't be so much pee on the carpet". "That was a. The stares escalated to more when we moved into a new upscale neighborhood complete with a 24 HR gym and indoor pool, a golf course, and a secluded lake to go swimming in. My dad worked as an engineer for the government or something so we live pretty well. My mom stays at home with me and my older brother and sister. The best part about the new neighborhood was the gym, mostly because it was open all night, but also because they had showers. For as long as I can remember, taking showers. Then she was left for a period of time, how long changed with the day but always she was desperate by the time the assailant returned. She would struggle with renewed vigour when the man returned, trying to escape his touch. But when he touched her it was always like lightning, a bolt shooting through her, all her nerves alight with anticipation. Just the mere idea of contact in this intense situation excited her desperately and she rubbed, teased and played with herself all the more when she. She moaned in delight. I pushed my fingers in and out as she continued groaning. I moved to get on top of her, but she pushed me back and she moved completely on top of me. She guided me to her love hole. She slowly pushed me inside her as I got my hands on her breasts. They were soft, yet firm but pliable. She gasped and pushed against my hands. I continued to move further inside her as she moved her pelvis up and down. I was getting close to my climax when I moved fully inside her. She.