I give a little gasp when I gently push the end of the brush into my sopping cunny. Matching the pace of the sexy couple on the screen, I try hard not...to moan my delights of pleasure. Grunting inwardly, I press my fingers rapidly against my clit, stimulating my impending orgasm even more. Just when Im about to explode around my beloved hairbrush, I hear knocking at my bedroom door. Acting quickly, I pull my hands away, push my legs down, and close my computer. My father peeks his head around my. I aimed my cock at her tits and in a controlled release, the golden fluid splashed on her tits. She was now thrashing uncontrollably as my pee washed over her stomach. “God, yes, spray my pussy, now!” she screamed as her body arched upward.My bladder was about empty, the remaining streams of piss splashed on her pussy and fingers. “YEEESSS, YEEESSS, I’MMM CUUMMIINNGG!!”Her arched body stiffened as she came and then collapsed into the tub. As she caught her breath, she brought her fingers to her. The menu was like a cut down version of what you’d find in any diner-type restaurant; simple but well done American-style food.“Can I get you anything to drink, sir?” Jim said with a twinkling exaggerated formality.“A double scotch on the rocks?” George asked innocently.Jim glared at him.“A Coca-Cola?” George said, trying to keep a straight face with limited success.Jim glared at him some more.“A Pepsi?” George relented.Jim didn’t bother writing it down. “And for you, madam?” he asked Jill.“A. I'm still wondering how you did it. Are yousome kind of witch or sorceress or something like that?" Not at all. I am what would be defined as a supernatural being, well,partly at least. Have you ever studied any Greek mythology?" She asked,her voice seemed to be a bit hesitant about continuing.I nodded once, "I had a fascination with it as a kid and read a little aboutit all. Why?" Well, I'm of pure Greek ancestry first of all. My family told me of theancient legends as I was growing up,.