If you knew that I had such a plan in mind would you actively stop me? I feel that if I deal with the immediate physical side then you could more than... deal with the long term spiritual side. Your prayers would make us all strong.” Listen to me. Mustn’t over do it. The phone rang at this point. An omen perhaps... “It’s Jane,” he said. I heard my friend’s distressed voice but could not make out the words. Were we too late with all our talk and no action? He concluded the conversation with the. Grabbing my still half hard dick, I aim right for my face, and opening my mouth, catch a few seconds of my endless stream right in my mouth. Did I swallow my own piss ? He He, Im not tellin. I continue hosing down my body with my piss, nearly 2 minutes, mixing with all the thick junk already covering me. Becoming more of a slim, it begins to drip down my rib cage and belly, puddling on the concrete below. Kirk jumps from his chair, dropping his coffee cup and it shatters on the patio floor.. You're my dirty little bitch and that's final. Now on you fucking back and pull those legs back" oh my god I was so high with power at this moment. I had him in the palm of my hand... literally. Bitch layer on his back and grabbed each ankle to pull his legs back. I started by slapping his tightly bound dick and balls. His legs jerked and quivered everytime i hit them. Hahaha this was funny. Next I grabbed the Lube and squirted quite a bit into the palm of my right hand and rubbed it all over.. Shawn Morgan, wearing the same ridiculous cowboy hat Cindy had seen him wearing in all the snapshots, was mounted on the back of an enormous Great Dane, riding the poor dog as if it were a horse. Other than the cowboy hat, the rowdy youth wore nothing else on his bronzed body but the skimpiest pair of swimming briefs Cindy had ever seen. They were aquamarine in color, and covered no more of his loins than would the panties of the skimpiest woman's string bikini. He was so greased from face to.