I don’t remember hearing about this. Before I could question them further, my mother and father were already out of the door.Nervousness twisted... my insides. It was almost six now, I can’t go over there! Alongside my anxiety, however, grew a sense of excitement. What would he do? What did he want? A new found curiosity overtook my fear. I wanted him to touch me again.~O~I stood at Damien’s door working up the courage to press the doorbell. After my parents left I ran up to my. Dave pulled her to him and slipped into her for the second time that evening.They fucked slowly for a long time. With a lot of kissing, they made eye contact and Dave could see how red her face had become and the lust in her eyes as he increased his pace. She grabbed his butt and moaned and said oh yes fuck me and thrusted against him. He rode her hard and fast and she cried our and grunted and started cumming and he gasped and jerked and squirted inside her and she feeling him cum climaxed. “You’re a lady, Gillian. We’re not supposed to think in terms of social class these days, but you represent, to me, all sorts of things that put you out of my reach. You’re elegant, and dress well – I suppose, expensively – your make-up is always perfect, like your hair. It’s, well, intimidating.”We walked on for quite a while until I became aware that she was shaking, and a little of the movement was transmitted through her hand. I glanced at her to see she was laughing, though she was trying. Abruptly I saw a golden stream jet from the tiny opening above her vagina. I was entranced as the liquid arced straight from her body onto mine, warming my chest where it landed. Despite the knowledge that this was piss running all over me, the fact that this was her piss, coming straight out of her cunt, and right in front of my wondering eyes, made this unspeakably erotic. She leaned forward a little and the stream landed on my face. The taste was bitter and acrid, but again the realization.