I had given him the release that he desired while he had given me someone to trust. I could open up to him about my needs and wants and he understood ...because he was just kinky as I was. We needed to fuck like most people need air and water. We tried to stay away but the constant talking and masturbating weren't enough anymore. I found myself rubbing my pussy whenever I thought of him. It didn't matter if I was driving or in class. It was like a fire that I couldn't put out any more. I had never. Katrina noticed that her daughter was spending much more time at home and loved the new relationship that had developed.When Friday morning arrived Gretchen came into the kitchen while her mother fixed coffee. She nonchalantly raised her skirt as she spoke to Katrina, who, going to her knees pulled her daughter's panties down to her ankles then stripped them off her. Her mouth went to Gretchen's cunt and was filled with hot, morning piss. Katrina swallowed as much as possible but some spilled. Student city. Strangely enough, no cinema. Still, definately one of the nicest cities I’ve been to in the North East. From the bus station it’s a 4 minute walk downhill to a somewhat run down shopping centre, The Gates. Not much selection for shopping. But it has an upside: the public toilets. Whilst the disability access and women’s toilets are topside, to get to the men’s toilets you go down a flight of stairs. And then another flight. Probably a really huge pain and inconvienence if you’re. ”“Must be real personal, Carolyn. You don’t even know if Chris is male or female, huh?”There was another pause in the conversation.“Is this Chris?” she asked, timorously.“Matter of fact, it is,” Chris said in her now-almost-annoyed contralto. “What the fuck is this all about? Can’t be personal, ‘cause I don’t know you.”“Well, uhm. I didn’t want to spread your personal ... um... situation with just anybody who answered the phone ... I’m sorry for the mix-up. I just assumed that...”“Right. That.