He now stopped matching my movements and with his finger traced the outlines of my hand on the glass, as if he wanted to memorize its place, its posit...on, its look. It was as if he were touching me and I could feel my skin tingle. I wanted it to last, but was too curious. I wondered what he would do. I started moving my hand toward my face. Our hands seemed to be tied as his moved slowly behind mine. I moved slowly but purposefully towards my face. He continued to watch, and I watched his face. Mhanatacha tine te pakadal tasa towel suthla wa mi nagda jhalo. Aata tine maja kade pahat mhnali maja nashibat he nahi, tu mala te de aani mag kam hoyil. Mi mhanalo ho pan mi kadhi hi yeil twaha mala dyaycha, ti mhanali kay deu mi mhanalo mala tuj kam karaycha aahe, ti mhanali kamdev maharaj aaata aat chala aani kam kara. Mi tila uchalun aaat bed war gheun gelo, shaila che kapade chaddi kadhun mi tila mhanalo tuji chir dakhwa, mag tine doni tangdya wilag kelya wa tichi puchhi dakhwali, mi. "Mrs Carnoustie shook her head. "We need to give it a try," she said, "otherwise if and when we take the case to court it will be thrown out."Moira shrugged. "OK," she said. "You're the one with the experience and knowledge. May I suggest a meeting with my father? It'll have to be an evening one or on a Saturday as he works all day and Sunday is church and connected matters." Surely he could take an hour off work for something as important as this."Moira shook her head. "I can try and persuade. Cathy stood behind me, and reached around to hold my prick. As I started to pee, Cathy aimed the flow right into her pool of piss, and it made a loud splashing sound as I added my pee to hers.“That sounds pretty sexy,” she said.With both our bladders empty, and the night getting on, we decided to head to our respective homes. That is, after a long and passionate session of kissing. By the end, Cathy was quite aroused, and her nipples were hard and erect, straining the fabric of her blouse.“I.