..” “I suppose he designed the uniforms then?” she asked, rubbing her smooth thigh against his growing bulge. He smirked “I had a hand in that..., and it was a good choice judging by how you look in it.” Stroking a hand up my leg to the front of her knickers, which were now distinctly damp, his two fingers traced a slow circle over her clit through the silky fabric, it throbbed, aching to be touched. Mmmmm. But still, she didn’t appreciate his arrogance. “Figures,” Chloe raised an eyebrow,. A child shouldn't be left alone.The sunlight streamed in from the apartment's western windows.House plants had turned their leaves into the warm beams, silent in photosynthesis. The number of planters caused the potted soil smell to prevail over other musty odors.Outside, it was a warm day. The trees on the hillside were moving in the Colorado breezes rolling down from the mountains, but the warmth would penetrate Diane if she wandered out.She wasn't going to wander out though. Heather wanted. He motioned for me to bend over the toilet, so I did, my ass stuck way out in the air.He didn't even close the stall door. Bracing on leg on the toilet paper dispenser (effectively knocking my glasses to the floor), he slowly slid that monster up my soaked pussy, and ever inch I reached back, scrambling, to tug on his nuts, grab his ass, hump back, because it felt like it wasn't entirely in.Halfway his cock started twitching, and I gasped, burying him to the root. It was so thick his shaft was. “Ready Vikka? Mine’s coming!”But you’re first by a second. A long stream of your pale pee arcs out and splashes onto the steps, immediately starting to run downhill in a series of little waterfalls. I clench my muscles and my pee follows, starting slowly but soon turning to a long steady flow. To start with, your stream is further ahead, but mine starts to catch up. You have your hand on your clitoris, rubbing it excitedly as you pee, watching our twin streams flowing down the steps in front of.