Her pee hole opened, a jetting stream of bodily warmed piss shooting out as a fountain of hot urine to flow to the waiting floor below.Her pee washed ...over the carpet, a dark stain growing around the smaller inner puddle that was expanding by the moment as Suzanne continued her much needed leak. She loved having a slash in such a way, an ultimate thrill. There was something so primordially rewarding about the act, more so for being a mature woman. Being fucked by her boyfriend lacked the same. Human to handbag transformation? .... Seems so impossiblypetty. Yet here I am.I start to think about myself, about how I can still glean sensationfrom the things I physically touch. I know I am on a bed because I cansee it and I feel what little mass I have pressing down. Then there'swhat's going on upon my new side, my inside. I am filled witheverything Lurline placed safe inside me. I can even discern the oddsand ends a busy woman accumulates without thinking. Crumpled receipts,a tangle of. Go in on Monday and see what's in those two other boxes and clear space for the Hilo tsunami on the afternoon of the seventh." What have you been reading?" Deborah Hart's book on Williams. I borrowed it from the Gallery." Borrowed?" Well, Winnie had it and she wasn't in. So I borrowed it. I'll put it back before she notices." And?" It's interesting. She says that Williams revolutionized the way Australians see and think about the environment. The book showcases Williams's strength as a painter.. So thick and creamy. I shuddered, savoring it basting me. My asshole clenched down so hard on his dick.“Take it, whore!” Daddy grunted.“Yes, yes, flood my slut-daughter’s asshole!” moaned Mom, her voice so throaty. Like she orgasmed watching my shameful behavior.Both my parents were cumming because of me. Daddy’s hot spunk flooded my bowels. The heat washed through me. I shuddered, grinding my clit into the pillow case, loving the feel of Daddy’s cock erupting in my asshole.My climax rippled.