Ben had already accepted an invitation to Tracy's party: although he didn't think that she liked him that much, but she was the sort of person who wou...d invite everyone, rather than make one person feel bad about being left out! Ben wasn't actually that fond of parties himself; but unlike Justin, he had never turned down an invitation to one!However, Ben put his curiosity about Justin to one side for the time being: he couldn't think of a plan, so he just waited for any likely opportunity that. And his bladder was screaming at him. He didn't know what to do about it, but trapped in the high chair, hisoptions were limited. He decided to try the sweet route, and ask Erinfor help."Um, Mommy" he said nervously. "Yes sweety," came the reply from thekitchen. "I... um..." he focused, trying not to say piss or any other grownup euphemisms, "need to go." Erin smiled to herself in the kitchen,trying not to laugh. Knowing exactly what was bugging him, she cameinto the dining room. "Well. Steve finished the strokes and then moved away to pack up the paints.I tried so hard to swallow my breath, but a moan came out as I felt the rush of sexual waterfall take control of me. I had lost control and my hips gyrated back and forth as I moaned. The orgasm was so intense. I closed my eyes as it washed through me in waves of rippling pleasure.I was so embarrassed, but when I opened my eyes, Steve was already leaving the room holding the airbrush gun and paints. He turned his head back and. I really had no right… “…. And she just took so long I eventually just gave up and stuck it in.” My friend was sadly admitting to his own deficiencies right in front of the one whom had so easily conquered her. Her juices ran so heavily down her legs that she had to change the last time that I saw her. Her orgasm was my plaything. I looked directly at her as he described their sexcapades in full detail and she blushed as she finally met my gaze and understood the same thing that I did. We.