I focused my view on the computer screen only to find that he was on my Facebook page, looking through my pictures with his left hand and tugging his ...ock with his right. I turned away from the door and felt the butterflies in my stomach. Is it true? Does my brother feel the same way about me?I didn't want to wait any longer. I slowly pushed his door open and approached my brother as quietly as possible. I wanted to make sure that I was too close for him to shut off the screen and pretend it. Yes''''i love you very much , go down and say thank you to daddy''''thank me for your cute cloth baby''i was on my knees looking up''thank you daddy''Slap his bbc was slam on my face hurting me a bitlooking up in distress''no with a girl voice, you are a girl, you understand?''''yes yes ok daddy''''ohhh this is better my sexy girl''''now ask me to fuck your mouth like a teen pink pussy''I look up and repeated''....like a teen pussy''my hands were lift up and i saw a chains gettiing set on my. She started to pee again, this time sending her hot pussy stream to spray over the surface for several delicious seconds, whilst a running stream of piss made its way to the carpet. She quickly stopped peeing before turning from her toilet spot, moving to clamber up on the large conference table before squatting down to have another wee.This time her golden stream splattered over the woodwork, droplets of her hot urine splashing over her bare feet and ankles. She peed long enough to make a. ‘I just can’t get it.’ ‘What’s the problem?’ Ben asked. He couldn’t keep from staring at the well-shaped legs displayed by the student’s tight, meager skirt. ‘Well…’ Melanie said. She explained what she didn’t understand about the problem. She saw Mr. Sanders staring at her legs and felt a tingle in her belly. It looked like it would be easy to get him hot and bothered. ‘I see,’ Ben said, when she finished explaining. ‘It doesn’t sound like an insurmountable problem. Can I see your textbook?’.