"Mother fucker!" I said. "I will kill your WHOLE fucking squad if you open your mouth again. Now turn around and get on your knees." The bitch coach d...d as he was told, and I shot his ass in the back of his head, and his brains and shit went all over this one young cheerleader. All the girls started cryin and shit, so I turned to the cunt I was eying and said, "BITCH! I swear to God if you don't stop that crying bullshit I will slit your mother fucking neck." Of course, she followed orders like. "All that wine and massaging my tummy has made me want to pee". And with that She straddles over me, squats and pisses on me.The stream hits me on the belly and splashes up my chest.Once the initial burst has subsided to a steady stream, She looks down smiling with relief and devilment.She now proceeds to aim, first moving the steaming stream of liquid gold over and around my cock then up over my chest onto my face where splashes sting my eyes."Open up" She says smiling wikedly, and as i open. She asked if she could come through and make a final selection of which paintings would be on show.Lucy had arranged for all the paintings framed and so we had brought all of them down to St Andrews and arranged for a local picture framer to do the necessary work on the ones that hadn't been done already. Fortunately, I had also had work done on one of the small barns on our property with the idea of storing things that we didn't have room for in the house.When Lucy informed me that she needed. ‘Well, Paul. Nice to meet ya. I’m Gillian, but you can call me Jill.’ Her voice sounded like tiny bells ringing harmoniously. ‘Did you come here alone?’ I couldn’t stop stumbling on my words for the life of me. ‘I came with a friend. But I think he’s having more fun here by himself.’ I motioned toward Justin’s general direction. ‘I can see that.’ She smiled at me and made my heart race and my pants feel two sizes smaller. ‘You’re bleeding aren’t you?’ She sniffed the air in an expression of.