"You poor thing–no wonder you look like you are exhausted." Monday morning I went for my walk and saw Sara in the garden. I walked in, and she see...ed aloof. "Hey, what's wrong?" I asked her. "Oh, Bob left me frustrated again,and I feel guilty because I was thining of you" she said. "Come to the storage shed," I told her. We embraced, kissed, and I raised her dress to her waist. I dropped to my knees and found her already wet cunt with my tongue. Then I ran my lips to her clit and began. I then asked what did he expect from her at this party.Anita smiled, saying she was supposed to just have fun and dance with those older gentlemen and let them feel her up if they wanted to; but she had chosen her black stud to go there too. I said that her boss had not asked her to let these gentlemen to fuck her; but Ana said NO, but he had told her that she could do it if she found any of them good looking, or she got aroused enough.She kissed me hard before leaving and I poured myself a. My problems came when I slid out of the role of ''Brenda'' and into the reality that it was it was me, Sylvia Greenburg, who was the young woman, naked in the tub, quite mad with lust for exactly this experience.. As you hear my story, you may form a negative opinion of me. I don't care what you think, but listen:Do you remember the story of how I happened to own Edith Piaf's 1948 Oscar gown? My friend, who lived in a corner of a famous Hollywood mansion, had an aunt who was the main assistant. "Yes, Becky, you can spread your legs and pee for me," I told her.Becky did spread her legs, and with her hands cuffed together, she spread her pussy apart. She was there for a little bit, then said, "It's hard to start, sir." I can wait," I said, smiling at her.After a few more seconds, Becky let go a short spurt of piss. Then the floodgates opened and a yellow stream shot up in the air. Using her hands, she moved the stream around. Quite a bit of her pee ended up on her legs and even her.