I never wanted her to know that I had been spying on her. Not just because it would anger her and humiliate me but it also be something she could use ...gainst me in divorce proceedings. I hoped that by moving that it didn't matter anymore. If she didn't know I was spying on her before she would never find out now.I said, "That wasn't working out for me. I wasn't productive enough. I'm just able to get more done at the office." I guess nothing has changed then."I wanted to yell over the phone,. I'm going to come--I've never felt like this! This dream is the most--the wildest--I'm coming!Her clitoris was a crazy bobbing spire of sexuality as she started a wild orgasm. Right from my clit to my pussy--then round to my bottom and more--I'm coming all over!Doris's lips opened in a soundless scream; she orgasmed, again then again, jerked her thighs and felt her vaginal lips closing, hugging on the alien snake that was fucking her with excruciating strength.It's going right through main at. Her eyes drifted down to the marks on my neck, and she stepped out onto the side porch beside me. She stepped right up to me for a closer look."Those look like..." she said, and without finishing her thought, she leaned closer and pressed her lips to the lip shaped marks on my neck. I should have been horrified, but I was helpless to stop her. The warmth of her lips felt remarkably good on my burned flesh.She gasped again, suddenly, as she realized what she was doing. A strange convulsion. However, if you pee before then, you are going to get one hell of a spanking. With that, daddy kissed me, put me on the towel and started a timer. Then he started making dinner while I tried to stay still in the corner. The first ten minuets went by, and pressure increased on my bladder. By fifteen minutes I was dancing in place. At twenty five minutes I started to hold my pussy, trying to think of anything but peeing. Then daddy started washing dishes, and the sounds of the sink pushed me.