After ducking into the bathroom, with a couple of strokes of my cock, I unleashed a massive load in the stall and came all over my hand. I tried to wa...sh up, but noticed that some sperm was still on my thumb when I left the restroom. Sure enough, walking right toward me down the hall was Hasegawa-San. I stopped her to ask her some basic question, and gently wiped my cream on the side of her uniform. She had no idea it was there but it left a slight stain. From time to time it served as a major. After all, when I said that I’d consent to carrying a purse when I was with her, that was a major afternoon at the Galleria in Houston. I have THE purse. I’m using THE backpack.I pulled out my MacBook Air, that’s THE official laptop of the Sisterhood. It boots up like lightning, so I launched the app to open the manual for the plane that was carrying our butts over the countryside.“Here!” I said, handing it to Sandy. “It’s indexed, so you can jump around as your dreams dictate...”“Holy crap!”. This didn’t surprise me. Not many taxi drivers wanted to pick up a drunken teenager at that time of night. I continued to walk down the street searching for another cab. I walked past a group of men who were obviously as wasted as I was. They made some comments about my legs and how nice they were. I just gave them the finger and continued trying to avoid stepping on glass. Finally I saw another taxi at the end of the street. I decided to run down the street in an attempt to catch it. Just as I. Greg felt disgusted by drinking the piss but he was grateful for having his thirst quenched. The box was hotter than he’d expected and he was sweating a lot. A few moments later though Greg felt the box wobble and realised Craig had sat down. It didn’t take long for him to feel something lumpy and heavy drop into his mouth. A few seconds later the smell and taste hit him and it was more than he could handle. He retched 3 or 4 times but just managed to resist vomiting. He felt the pressure.