’ ‘Four thirty.’ A smile widened her face, and she started pulling his sweater up. ‘What’re you doing?’ he said, knowing damned well what ...he was doing, but wanting to hear her say it. ‘That gives me two hours to screw you senseless Sean McMahon.’ She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue seeking his. Their movements became frantic as they each tried to tear the other’s clothes off and get to bare skin. He felt her hands caressing his belly, her legs back around his waist pulling him closer to. I framed the house against the white valley in the background, making sure that I included the lush green fir tree to the right of the house and avoided the somewhat tacky lighted plastic reindeer in the middle of the garden. The sun was low in wintery evening sky, a great time to capture the memories of the place in which I had stayed for the last two months as an exchange student to my Canadian host family. It was my year off school, and I had decided to spend it far away from my family, far. Your bush is soaking with pee and I can see the folds of your labia curled like petals round your vulva. The steady flow forms an arc from your urethra, ebbing and flowing slightly as your bladder empties and you clench your muscles to force the last fluid out. I watch entranced as the flow gently subsides to a trickle, leaving a last few drops clinging to your labia.Still holding your swimsuit open, I kneel down, feeling my knees splashing into the pee-soaked grass. I place my tongue on your. “Excuse me sorry.” She muttered as she forced her way in, her 34c chest brushing against people.He was one of those she brushed against.He was standing there, minding his own business when he felt someone pushing against his back.Turning around and wanting to give the person a piece of his mind, he realized it was a young lady of about 20, with her hair in a ponytail and a figure-hugging maroon dress waltzing past him.He looked at her with lust. The short skirt that barely covers her panty. The.