"Go dance with your date. I can get acquainted tomorrow. I want to talk to Etta, anyway."The difference tonight from other Fridays was that I had ever...y other dance with Sarah and still had my turn with my mother, Etta and all of Mom's friends. There wasn't the blatant flirting either, between me and the women. Maybe it would return if Sarah became a regular fixture. I always felt comfortable flirting with the older women, but with Sarah if I said something, I wanted her to know I meant it. I. Johnny was a little aroused by the conversation; he opined that maybe he’d have to give her her next check-up.She chuckled, “Yeah maybe you will.”Dinner was tasty but they didn’t linger. Both were anxious and both were a little nervous. It had been a long time.Once home Kris ignored the champagne, maybe they’d come down for it later, maybe not; arm in arm they went upstairs.Kris helped Johnny out of his coat, untied his tie and took off his shirt then unbuckled his belt. He stepped out of. Betsy pulled her lips apart and started pissing. I heard the stopwatch click on. Betsy tried to keep up a dribble instead of a stream, but it was hard to. The piss splattered all over my chest, washing off the banana cream. It felt good, the warm liquid getting rid of the stickiness. Dotty used her free hand to spread the piss around. After Dotty announced that a minute had elapsed, Betsy's stream slowed down and she could control it better. Dotty gently pushed her back so the piss would hit my. “I don’t know how long we have, and I don’t want to waste a minute,” she added, pulling her bikini top off as she walked toward the bed. Jim just lay there, looking at this vision with the red mane. She was taller than Debbie and built differently. Susan’s breasts were not quite as full as Debbie’s, but they were beautiful, sitting high on her chest and jutting proudly, the snow white flesh sprinkled with freckles and capped with bright red nipples, stiff with desire.Susan stepped to where Jim.