He undressed ready for bed and came into the kitchen wearing only his slippers. "Sit on it but don't piss," he said and then when I was in position he... once more inserted his penis inside the po as far as it would go and I could feel it tight again my slit. Holding me close he hissed, "Piss," and when I couldn't start he did so. The sound and the splashing allowed me to relax enough to start my flow, which of course went all over his manhood and my vagina. I knew he was doing it so I would get. She turned, smiling, to Marion as Guy left with the shoe. ‘There! That will teach him to look where he’s going.’ She extended her hand. ‘Hi. I’m Sylvie, Sylvie Tranter.’ Marion shook her hand. ‘Marion Urquhart.’ ‘Nice to meet you, Marion. Let’s get you a cup of coffee first, and then we can look at some shoes.’ ‘I didn’t realise you sold shoes as well?’ ‘We try to provide everything for the discerning lady. Top to toe and underneath.’ Marion followed Sylvie down the passage past the changing. "Come on let us get warm." Don's eyes followed the light beam to the passageway door. Maggie's hunched figure fumbled with the lock opened the door, and then went through. "Come on you silly bastard, you'll freeze your balls off if you stay there," came a shout from beyond the door. Don paused for a moment, not sure what to do. "If you're not coming, at least shut the fucking door, before you let all the cold air in," came the shout from the other room. Don moved quickly toward the flickering. Get in,” he growls, as he unlocks the door to his car. I give him a wink, as I run my finger along his jaw line, “Perfect, I know just the place,” I tell him. I circle around the car, to climb into the passenger side. The leather is cool against my bare flesh, as I sink into the plush seat. I know for certain that his car seats are more comfortable than any bed I've ever slept in. “Down there, past that light,” I instruct him. I don't bother buckling up, but instead slide closer to him, as he.