" You said in a sing-song voice.You dip the foot of your stocking into my mouthful of piss. You work it around in my little washbasin with Your rubber...clad fingers. You use my nose as a scrubbing board! Over and over, back in the pee, then back to the nose! "Hmm, that wash water is getting pretty foul, isn't it? Time for a drain and a refill!" You pull on the string of Your tampon and unplug my throat. You pinch my nostrils shut, and simply smile at me. I know i wont be able to breathe until i. John pushed me to my knees in front of her and said, "Well, it's beendecided that you girls have no bladder control and can't keep thebathroom clean. But you don't need to worry, we have a toilet who cancome to you." John stepped behind me and pushed my face into Sally'spussy. He leaned down and whispered, "open wide, sissy Ally." I didas he commanded and waited for Sally to tinkle into my mouth. At firstshe didn't want to, and tried to tell John that she could use thetoilets that were. She said “I knew it, asshole, explain the dildo!” He said, “Explain the kids!”A few months after his parents were divorced, little Johnny passed by his mom’s bedroom and saw her rubbing her body and moaning, “I need a man, I need a man!” Over the next couple of months, he saw her doing this several times. One day, he came home from school and heard her moaning. When he peeked into her bedroom, he saw a man on top of her. Little Johnny ran into his room, took off his clothes, threw himself on. She knew her son was not only lusting her body but was also in love with her as she read the second paragraph of his email. Her breathing was long and unsteady as she read the next paragraph of her son describing her body.A warm sensation was spreading across her body as she kept reading the same paragraph again and again. She had many questions now. Was her son referring to his penis when he wrote, “hard time controlling myself whenever you wore some tight-fitting clothes.”Was he thinking.