He let out another groan. ‘Oh god. It feels like I’m cumming even though I know it has to be piss.’ I saw his fingers digging into the sheets an... his back arched slightly. His eyes closed tightly. My eyes were fixed on the head of his dick. He let out a loan moan when the piss finally flew from the head of his dick. He was literally panting by the time his bladder was empty. I was shaking with need. I wanted him in the worse way. I swallowed hard. I had to get control of myself. I had to! I. Little Johanna Elise Solheim is now Mrs. Randall Jackson and with that status comes a whole new life. Christmas dinner."Do you think we can manage something close to a Christmas dinner, Stoney?"He smiled. "Yeah, I think we can do that, in a restrained fashion." Turkey. Little one. With dressing. Those mashed potatoes you do. I like 'em. Mom and Dad will. Something vegetably. Something saladish. And a pie or two. We both do it. I take the credit," I giggled."I'll let you," he said.A tree. "Real. Mark could see she was not wearing any panties. A beautiful patch of soft blonde hair was on full display, along with her pretty little pussy lips.“Do you like what you see?” the sixteen-year-old asked, looking Mark in the eye.Before he could formulate an appropriate answer, Wendy got up and walked over to him, and then dropped to her knees. She reached for the zipper of his pants and quickly unzipped it. The teen reached through the opening of his undershorts and pulled out Mark’s extremely. After all,losing my body hair wasn't the worst thing that had happened to meduring any other night I had gotten black out drunk. At least I didn'tmope around all night thinking about Felicia until I did somethingreally stupid... Her name brought a pit to my stomach and I turned tothe computer to distract myself. I paused.Resting on the desktop was an untitled folder that hadn't been thereyesterday. I was tempted to just trash it and forget the whole thing,but curiosity, of course, got the best.