And his was always worried that he was going to have an erected. Brunette with sexy blue eyes and pert breast that were the perfect size, Corinne was ...a stunner.As the urine left his body, Brent felt great, he felt relief. The urine filled the bottle. Brent was feeling pretty damn good. "All better?" Corrine asked."Pure erection...er perfection." Brent said with a stammer. Corrine smiled and informed Brent this wasn't the first time someone in her care made that flub. Sure, Brent had been dying. After evening prayer, Father Christopher slowly walked towards his quarters, ignoring the arthritic pain in his hip that stabbed through him at each step. Slowly, he closed the heavy door to his chamber, and relieved that he wouldn't have to walk any more until the next day. Sadly, he thought, for the thousandth time, that he wasn't getting any younger. He knew that it was the nature of things, and that he was only closer to the day he'd join God in the glorious hereafter, but he still had so. I avoided thought about my future. I wore civilian clothes, but my high and tight gave me away for a serviceman and especially a Marine. My Mustang was only two and a half years old, paid off, and worked wonders for my attitude, keeping me on an even keel. It was my most important possession, except for that Dewar’s half bottle in the trunk. I found a little, run-down motel along the highway just across the Ohio as it was getting dark and I put in. I could have made it all the way home, but I. This bar was very popular for foreign tourists, and I have always fantasized about a white man fucking me. I entered the bar and sat at the counter ordering a gin and tonic, looking for white guys.I was wearing a pink shining gown, which was off shoulder on one side, down to the arm pit, revealing the top third of my breast. My back was also revealed to some extent, enough to attract the attention of any guy. After a wait of about 15 minutes, I received a vodka glass from the waiter, and it was.