"Oh It love's that urinal." "Kiss that baby." "What a fucking pig." "Look at It's cock, It loves this shit." "Fucking pig." They kept laughing and mak...ng disgusting comments about me and that fucking urinal.The shame kept creeping higher and higher.My cock throbbed, my eyes leaked tears and my mouth sucked on that filthy urinal rim. I continued French kissing that urinal rim until Dickie gave me permission to stop. Where I had been kissing, the urinal was shiny clean.All four of them laughed. You look good enough to eat...hahaha." Well....thank you kind sir...I love this champagne by the way...it's making me feel...all giggly...and...very very horny. Heeheehee" Yes...it's damned good stuff I must say. Here have some more...plenty in the fridge too..so drink up girl!!"Lesley finished her glass, and held it still while the still sitting Rob, filled it up. He put his hand on her inner thigh, running it right up the inside of her leg until reaching her mound. He let his forefinger. The lady with the shoulder-length, dark-blonde curly hair walked the short distance across the landing to her bedroom, where she pushed the bedroom door open and stood looking at me snuggled up under her duvet.“How’s your bottom and thighs, you naughty, naughty, boy?” Mrs. Taylor asked as she walked into the room.She stood next to her dressing table and continued to look at me as I slowly sat up in the king-sized bed.“Hot and sore, Auntie Wendy,” I replied quietly, looking at the older woman as. Irma kissed the girls goodbye and took off on her own to find a buggy. The other three had porters carry their bags.Outside the station it was like pea soup. No one could see more than two feet in front of them. Sarah called out for her husband."Isador!" Over here, my dear," he shouted back."Keep talking and we'll come to you," she said. Finally they located each other and he embraced her giving her long kisses. Melissa and Michelle just stared at each with smiles."Here are the two I told you.