Emma had shaved her pussy especially for the show and as she whirled on her back she began to pant slightly, her breath laboured with excitement at th... thought of the countless eyes all staring between her legs as a single drop of pee squeezed its way out of her. The dance continued and Emma flashed her bottom over and over again, each time drawing appreciative murmurs from the crowd until the music built to a climax. The judges stared as Evan knelt down, ripping open his suit jacket and shirt. And so, like any adolescent boy, I improvised: cushions, mattresses, handkerchiefs, hand lotion... but the best thing was the 1952 Soviet-era vacuum cleaner in the cupboard. Mum had long since quit her cleaning job, and had bought another vacuum cleaner besides, but she loathed throwing anything away. That bakelite cleaner had been gathering dust for five years when I spied it in the cupboard.I wiped the dust from the casing, as trickles of memory seeped up through my mind. Flashbacks from my. A voice called out. I opened the door, and saw a foul weather gear uniform, protecting a female officer from the downpour."Come on in, Officer. I have some coffee on. Would you like a cup?" I asked her, wondering what she was doing here."Sir, you can't camp here. It's private property. The owner does not allow camping on his land. I saw you here, and thought I should tell you before he finds you. We have had problems with him wanting to prosecute campers for trespassing," the officer said,. He was groping her boobs roughly. He threw a condom into her hands from his back pocket and briefly paused to allow her to slip it onto his towering erection. “Come here girl!” He quickly yanked down her panties, grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up high. Back against the hard brick wall, she wrapped her legs tightly around his back, giving him perfect access to her pleasure pool. In one swift movement, Scott pressed his cock against the entrance to her sopping pussy and thrusted.