I enjoyed the rimmingfor a short while before I felt Mark's hand lifting my mouth to his cock.I latched onto his 8" of meat and slid it gently back an... forth betweenmy lips. That's when I felt the lube being applied to my pussy by Steven- this was going to happen - and I still cannot control my excitementthat it did!"Oh yeah, baby," I moaned in between sucks of Mark's swollen prick."Give me. Give it to Kristy. Give me that dick."Electric shocks jolted me as Steven slid his cock into my. I have tried. I tried diminishing my desire with distractions, tried to keep my hands busy so my fingers wouldn’t fiddle inside me- but nothing works. After about a week of not touching myself, I give in… I give in, and I feel that all my resistance only results in a greater reward. I lie on my back on my bed, with the darkness of the night like a seductive shroud around me. My eyes are closed and my breathing becomes shallow, anticipation shuddering through my eager body. My hand reaches for. It was morning and I had been this way all night. I was beyond being cramped. I was numb. I was cold. I was lonely. I was hard.Even through this, I still woke up with a morning pee hard-on.The pressure was indeed intolerable. I could not reach the buzzer. I began to think they had done that on purpose. What choice did I have?I released the hold I had placed on my bladder, and at first nothing happened. Eventually, I could feel the passage way opening up, and ah... , here it came. My piss. I used to tell her about the various attractions of Chennai and she would listen with interest. Some times when we two were alone, I had playfully touched her buttocks and tits. Then she would feel very shy and weakly protest and say "anna (Tamil word for elder brother) — don't touch me in bad places" and I will simply laugh. If I repeated the touch, then she will say with mock anger "you are doing bad thing — I will tell aunty". I would then laugh and say "okay — call aunty and tell her" and.