An to top it off wenhis thng went soft he peed on my pants i had to wear wet pants home on my already coldbottom. and i had to tell my momy i peed my ...ants it was soo embarrassing she makes me wearpampers again. so ther i am skipping to see my boyfriend buck my pretty red collar roundmy neck it jingles and i giggle pretending i am a girl dog. my sticky mitten is coveringthe part that i cut out of my snow pants covering privates trying to keep my privates fromthe cold. i get to the little. Anything tossed into the river for several leagues on either side of the bridge is highly likely to just get stuck on a rock or sandbar, or cling to the marshy riverbanks on either side. Ormsford is the furthest upriver that navigation on the river is even possible, let alone practical, and not the best place to be dumping ones garbage!Anything you want to stay lost forever goes into the swamp. No one with an ounce of sense ever goes there ... it's too insanely dangerous, and not just from. I put my husband's cock out and kissed it, then I took it and pulled it out for the fit, and our friend watching everything and accompanying us at a certain distance masturbating. I took off my blouse and skirt, and paraded in very small panties for him to admire my body, I sat on my husband's lap, I rocked a lot ... and then I started sucking my husband while turning my ass to our friend's side, I was super excited, I wanted to give it to both of them, but my husband told me in his ear that. Again I agreed with him, as if I hadknown anything about having sex with a girl. As the conversationprogressed, he showed me Sally's bikini. She had apparently left it athis house before the break up when they had gone swimming in Micheal'spool. Well, his parents' pool. It was bright pink and had strings totie it on.At one point Micheal asked me to try on Sally's bikini and I told himin no way did I want to wear it since I wasn't gay. Needless to say, avery short time later I was modeling the.