" Great. Are you going to pee on my sleeping bag every morning?"She looked at me in disbelief and then ran through the kitchen and into the back yard....Mom tells me there are times I open my mouth and stupid comes out. I was belatedly realizing this was one of those times.I went out back. Jill was kneeling down with her back to me, playing with the puppies in the box. I went over to her and rested my hand on her shoulder."Why are you being so mean to me? What did I do?" I... Jill... I'm sorry. I. We turn frantically into a sixty nine, mashing our dripping cunts into each other's face, she's unbelievably wet and writhes beneath me as I lap hungrily at her juices and she worms her tongue into my soaking hole!."Do it cunt" she gasps, "Do it for me, fucking do it!"As if it's timed to perfection, we relax our bladder muscles at the same time and flood each other's mouth with our hot, golden urine. We drink every last drop of the beautiful, tangy liquid as we shudder to orgasm, then turning. " I murmured, holding the girl's head with my right hand while I massaged my breasts with the other.It had taken me three days to get her into my bed. Three long days of being photographed, waiting to be photographed, watching a dozen other women get photographed. The Sports Illustrated shoot was one of the biggest of the year and it was a competition, a very serious one, with the cover being the only prize. Girls wept with bitter disappointment when they didn't get the cover. Rivalries were. And me treating her the way I do, sometimes I am thinking I ought to be shot, I really ought to do something about it, I would be so sorry if she gave me up and could never sleep if she went withy another – me thinking that he was getting what should be mine, those so wonderful Deborah special’s like she was loving for England. Just the thought that at last I would be sharing her bed and her being had besotted the mind for a week, since I managed at last to get whole week’s leave, imagining a.