She knew she shouldn’t be seeing this thing, but she was so horny she didn’t care. “Can I touch it?” she whispered. [Definition of rhetorical ...question.]“You can touch it, suck it, play with it or any thing you want to do with it. Just be careful if you don’t want to get a face full of cum.”“What’s cum?” she wondered as she hesitantly touched his distended prick and began to stroke it.“It’s the stuff that shoots out of it if you keep doing that,” he answered.“Oh,” she said, in a quiet voice.. I heard Nathan chuckle. He must have come in to see what I was screaming about. I had my eyes closed tightly though and I couldn't see him.Terrill directed the stream of piss down onto my breasts from time to time, but most of it hit me right in my face. When the first spurt had sprayed into my face and surprised me I had been just starting to speak and I had gotten some of it in my mouth. After that, and until he finished I kept my mouth tightly closed. But I had the bitter taste of his piss. My left had squeezed and fingered her ass trying to stimulate her in every possible way. Shortly thereafter, she bit her bottom lip and her body quivered back and forth. I just kneeled there in front of her, my fingers still inside of her and took it all in.When she came down from her high a few moments later, she whispered for me to sit on top the counter. I remember the cold granite pressed against my ass cheeks, but it was a small sacrifice for what was about to come (no pun intended).Like a. He jumped out and sure enough, it was flat. He grabbed his phone and dialed his Uncle’s cell number. The cellphone beeped and he looked at the display – no signal. They were gone and he was stranded here in the dark. He had never changed a flat tire in his life and here he was, with no idea how far they were going or where.Al Barrow had fallen asleep in P. T. Collinger’s car. When he awakened, there were emergency vehicles going and coming with sirens blaring. He watched the procession for over.