About three hours ago, she was on her way to the market for her monthly supply of fresh fruits and vegetables when she passed a small store with darke...ned windows. What struck her was that she couldn't remember whether she had ever passed it before, whether it was new or not. It was the name, etched on the dark glass window, which had gotten her attention. The script and language was unlike any she had seen, and somehow, had piqued her interest. Forgetting her previous quest, she backtracked (as. "Come home with me. I'm crazy about you, April." I got a date," April smiled coyly."Is your boyfriend going to 'slam' you again?" You know, I'll tell you one thing," April said, lowering her voice, suddenly conspiratorial. "Sex with you is better than I ever thought it would ever be. I mean, sometimes when I lay there alone in bed at night, I just think, 'You know, when Laura fucks you, it's like nothing else in life. You just explode like a bomb, or like one of those Fourth of July rockets,. The thought that this little flower could ever take my 9inches was laughable. He rolled over offering his body to me. His cock wasvery pale and delicate and stood rigid but was no more than perhaps 5inches. His ball sacs were hanging loosely between his legs and I was aboutto turn and do something to reciprocate the pleasure I had just had whenCarla walked over and put her mouth over his cock. He looked shocked and Iwas worried he would go limp with a woman attached to his dick. I quicklyjumped. “Oh, oh, oh, yes, oh yes,” she cried as she began to wet everywhere. Unbeknownst to me or her, slightly putting some of her juices in the bottle. This happened at a pace where it took a moment to figure out what was going on–“You’re a nasty bad girl aren’t you!?” I yelled in a factual manner and unknowing, preparing for the next move. “You want to pee huh!?” I asked in a tone where she knew what to expect. “Yes Daddy, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I can’t control it!” I snatched off my black leather.