Giggled! "See you in school tomorrow. Bye." Okay, but don't forget to ask about Saturday. Bye." There was a click ashe hung up."Sorry, Cara," Pop ...aid. "but you _do_ have homework." I know, Daddy." Rats, I'd said "Daddy" again "I was wondering, though." Yeah," Pop was smiling. He knew what was coming."Mel asked me to go out with him on Saturday; he said we'd go to that danceclub, The Shell Game, and he'll pick me up here at seven and bring me backat eleven, and can I go, please, Daddy,. Turned on. After that day, I found myself searching for pissing videos of all kinds. Girls pissing in showers, girls pissing over toilets, girls pissing on floors over towels, and then girls pissing outside. The last one really hit a spot with me. I found myself searching for those videos the most often. It was so taboo, watching women piss in various spots outside. In the grass, on the sidewalk, down a set of stairs, down a slide. As I watched and watched, I could feel my pussy getting wetter. She knows I'm agitated. A look at my phone affords me a downward pause that I can just cast to the side for a longer gaze. She must know what I'm doing because she bends her extended leg, and hooks the heel of her shoe on her stool. I take a dry sip of this excellent Pilsner (Pilsners are the new IPA). A glance at my watch reveals her husband's hand slowly dragging the hem of her skirt up her leg. He pulls the hem just high enough for me to observe the crotch of her tights, which seem too far. “Kimmy, would you excuse us for a moment, please?”She nodded and went to her desk, while Eve and I went to the «yōshitsu» room.“You’re concerned about the whole thing with Noel Spurgeon?” I asked.“We still don’t know what’s going on with Lisa, nor who all is involved in Noel Spurgeon’s scheme.”“If Alec Glass is involved, then I’d have to suspect Samantha as well, and I just can’t see that.”“Why not? I’m not accusing her of anything; I’m just saying you can’t rule anyone out at the moment.”“Or.