I broke this kiss for a moment. “Mom, I want you to piss for me and spray us with your golden juice!”She must have been expecting for this, as no ...sooner had the words left my mouth when her cunt twitched and a torrent of piss pumped out of slutty hole. Bec and I resumed kissing and were drenched in seconds, as the fuck tool had spread her so wide there was no restriction to golden flow. Bec was increasingly turned-on by our piss games, and was writhing around under Mom’s golden rain, trying to. Not about Johanna Solheim, trust fund baby."He looked almost hurt. "Johanna Solheim, angel from heaven. Johanna Solheim, Norwegian-Irish forest nymph. Johanna Solheim, siren. Johanna Solheim, horrible punster and brilliant musician." Johanna Solheim JACKSON, wife of engineer warrior poet. That's what I wanted it to be, Stoney. About us. And the conversations..." In which you played me like a fish..." he said, eyes stern."I wanted us to be able to stand on our own. You and me. Ourselves. Our. She’s barefoot, wearing active-wear leggings, very tight. Her legs are long and slim. A beautiful thigh-gap. High waisted cut of the leggings, but low enough to reveal her belly button. Electricity is running down my spine at the view of her belly. So flat, toned, but feminine and youthful. The top leaves her shoulders and arms exposed. I’m loving her slightly tanned skin. She’s so beautiful. Her hourglass figure! She’s gorgeous! “Nice!” She turns around. Her dark, long hair is swaying. What a. "Sandy, we just met. But Honey, you have the biggest set of balls of anyone I know."Sandy was nonplussed. She'd gotten the pickup truck (white, two-wheel-drive, and with government license plates) and the "government charge card", a white plastic credit-card-thingy that was supposed to let her get gas, together with a form to fill out when she returned it itemizing her use of the card.But she could not get the armorer for the company, a corporal, to come in to the HQ from his married quarters.