I can’t, I will burst any second!” she said, her face a picture of mixed emotions – wanting me to continue and wanting to go pee at the same tim...e. And then I thought of something I will admit I have thought of before but never had the courage to ask. I continued licking her and just mumbled:“Pee into my mouth. I want to drink it.”I looked up, expecting to see a face of disgust. But, to my pleasant surprise, she looked like she was turned on by me saying that although she looked extremely. Even though her rehab program was still going on, it would still take weeks until she could walk more than a few hundred meters before running out of power. Dr. Phlox had happily taken over from Atlantis' doctor and however unpleasant his treatment had been, that slimy thing he had allowed to crawl all over her legs every day surely was effective. That was only the second time she had dared to make the journey from the ship to the station and this time she had managed to do so without Jon. Ashley was now very loudly shouting her pleasure, ‘Come on,’ Ashley moaned, ‘Fuck me harder.’ God I was glad it was Saturday and the building was all but deserted. We both cummed so hard we almost passed out. A couple of times a week we’d find a private place to park and I’d fuck her in my pickup on the way home. The drive to work every morning now had my mind a blur. Thanks to Ashley I couldn’t wait to go to work. I became so addicted to her pussy that because it was against company policy. Books, magazines, and my laptop, on the rare occasion that I remember to bring it, have gotten quite boring on a weekly basis. I also moved a ways away from the laundry mat that I frequent, so going back to the apartment while I am doing laundry is also out of the question now days. So what's a man to do?I mean, not to be sexist, but aren't women supposed to do this for us? Cook and clean and do out laundry? I loathe certain chores, and laundry is one of them. I will mow the grass, fix broken.