Anna pointed the stream at her thighs and then up towards her tummy and tits. There wasn’t much piss, but it made her pretty wet.“Now, do yourself... up and come inside and fuck me” she said.So there we went, Anna with her titties showing through her wet shirt and her denim skirt dripping, and me with my jeans a very different wet-looking colour above the knee.No sooner had we got inside than Anna peeled off her wet tee shirt, throwing it to the floor, and her denim skirt followed it. She was. " A period?!" Don't shriek so, that hurt my ears. Yes, it wont kill you - I'vehad one a month since I've been thirteen. That works out to be178 periods - so one isn't going to kill you." A period! Please, Peter - don't make me do it!" Why don't you make me some breakfast - your famous Eggs Hussar! That would be nice." But - that's a lot of work! I remember you saying so." So it is - but I know you will want to do it for your husbandbefore you go to church." But I don't know the recipe!!" Peter. She is model material. At any rate, the day “it” happened, I was getting readyfor a date with Bob, my then boyfriend. And I was in thehall bathroom taking a bubble bath and was shampooing myhair, and the shampoo felt so smooth and slick, I ran myhands over my shoulders and across my breasts, all thetime thinking about Bob, and what we were going to dothat night. Thinking of him, and his beautiful stiff cockreally turned me on. My hand, as if with a will of. He thought back when he peeked in on her and that day they masturbated together. Linda climax, and came, she squirted, she usually don’t squirt unless she was super horny. Jon shot his load on the floor. He went over to the bed and started to get dress. Linda comes out and looked in Jon’s room. She saw his butt and went to the bathroom. Jon exit the room and saw her door was open and looked in and saw she wasn’t there. He noticed the bathroom door was closed. He went over to it and looked in.