She took my hand a couple times and swung it like she was having fun.“Charlie, this is going to sound a bit slutty, but do you have a guest room, or...are you hiding me from someone?”“Totally the former, not EVEN the latter. I just thought you’d be more comfortable in a hotel.”“No, I don’t think I would. I have flannel pajamas, clothes and shoes to wear for the next three days, and a smile on my face. I’d like to just go home with you and talk. You have any beer? I could use a beer.” I nodded,. I opened my mouth and took in, as much pee as I could drink. I loved it. It was so naughty and humiliating I was surprised how good her pee tasted. From that day forward, whenever we went out to drink, I knew later that night, we would repeat the same scene. I would have to lay on the floor and receive her pee while she told me drink it all up. In between her fully peeing on me, she would call me into the bathroom after she had finished peeing. She'd still be sitting on the toilet and she's. You then began to pick up the pace; beginning to sweat as was I. You suddenly ceased the hand job and removed your top scrub. You had no bra on. Your two large breasts with two hard brown nipples jiggled while my cock was throbbing in front of you. Instead of using your hands you began to suck on my nine inch pole trying to get as much down your throat as possible. I was enjoying not having to do any of the work, but I was showing no signs of cumming. Realizing that this was not enough for me,. Down that rabbit hole had come an exposure to ideas and kinks that the young Jennifer had never dreamed of in her wildest pubescent fantasies. She saw her first cock in high-definition detail, wide eyes taking it in upon her screen. In videos and pictures, she found women with breasts even larger than her own, giving her a certain sense of security in knowing she wasn't the only one in the world who was so extremely endowed. As she continued to browse, she had homed in on the things that turned.