Have a seat."She sat down on the couch. Betty Slate wore a little jean skirt with no panties and right now her legs were wide open. Pete could see her... bald pussy. He snapped a photo of the id in case the cops came knocking. Then he turned his eyes on little Betty. He sat down with her on the couch and put a hand on her soft thigh. She smelled like a patch of strawberries."How many times have you had sex before sweetie?" Just three times" Betty said.She dropped her hand on Pete's cock and rubbed. I don’t have a good narration skill, so I just hope I will be able to recreate that night in train to Bhubaneswar.The clock had struck 8:30pm I boarding my train from KGP station my friend was there to see me off, we both were in the train as he was helping me arrange my luggage, when suddenly he poked me saying “Bhai yaar wo bandi tujhe dekh rahi hai” I didn’t pay much attention cause its every friends task to pull such stunts.Any ways the really story started when the train blew its whistle. "She's at my place waiting for us to get back" explained Mona."Yay ... you get to meet my two besties at the same time" Lori gushed."Yep ... a threesome" whispered Mona under her breath, not expecting me to hear the comment.We arrived at Mona's place, parking in the driveway where we unloaded our bags. I picked up my bag with Mona grabbing my hand and dragging me towards the front door. She was just so excited as I followed her inside."Leave your bag here" Mona indicated a spot just inside the. Then an acrid taste from something dripping into his mouth made aware that a clear tube was taped to the side of his cheek and was keeping the tube pressed into his mouth … the taste, it was like piss! Urine? What the hell? He followed the tube down the bedsheet and discovered with alarm that the tube went right into his cock! A catheter! A catheter set up to drain right into his own mouth …As more pee dripped over his teeth he was forced to swallow and nearly gagged on the foul taste of.