Pee? No, at least he didn't think so. It must be something else.Karen didn't want to waste any more time either, explaining every little thing to him,...so she just gently grabbed her little boy's cock, and placed it at the opening of her wet cunt, right between her cuntlips, wanting a hard cock to slide between them.No more help was needed, as Brian instinctively pushed his little cock all the way inside of her, from where he once came, making his mother smile when she thought about it. "Good. She wondered how far I would be willing to take that. I responded as far as you would like to. She arched an eyebrow at that, and as we talked, and held hands across the table, she asked me to consider that carefully. It might be a bit more than I could handle. I reassured her that I was willing. She said, "Well, we'll see. Now about this ignore thing. Do you want it to continue"? It struck me. She was giving me a choice. I was at a crossroads, not sure what my response would be. I. If she wasn’t in the boy’s bathroom, she was on her knees eating a girl’s pussy or ass out. Erica did love having a cock, pussy, ass, and cum but that wasn’t all she craved her. She also loved pee and poop. She found herself being peed on, forced to drink pee, or was smearing it against her. But it wasn’t just pee, she was also pooped on, eating poop, smearing it on herself and anything else. Her friends knew how she was and often would join her but today they knew it was just going to be. Alice nodded. Yes, right. I wont forget. Hopefully, she wouldnt. Is there something wrong with me, Dr. Frank? Janet asked, her beautiful face scrunched-up in worry? Maybe, I told her. So you need to do everything I tell you. Of course. I like it when you exam me and give me my medicine. Of course you do, youre a slut. Janet gasped. You shouldnt say that. Im not your wife. Right, Ryan told her being called a slut meant he loved her. When I call you a slut, since Im not your husband, it means.