Okay, here we go. I walked through the doorway again and I knew I was inside the portal because the disorientation was there and Ellen was standing ri...ht in front of me with a wisp of a gown on that I could see right through. I'd bet the whole thing, it covered her from neck to ankles, probably weighed 3 ounces. It was beautiful, it allowed me to see her.In two steps I was holding her lovely face in my hands, looking into those mesmerizing lavender eyes. The more I gazed into them the more I. He had a great mouth. Knew how to kiss. He tasted like the rum he’d been drinking, heady and dark. He nibbled my bottom lip…seem to know just how to make me hungry for more. And he knew exactly when to move on to more interesting territory. The bench was hard on my back but with his tongue buried in my pussy I hardly noticed. He was enthusiastic. Thorough. There was nowhere that tongue wasn’t dying to get to. Thick and flat against my hard clit one moment, then stiff and determined, deep in my. Probably been to the Church-center down the block.“i can do the laundry for you, for a few coins or sumpthin..” he said. Amelie smiled quickly, with her mouth only. No stranger was going to wash her clothes!“I have no cash...but I think I have 2 beers upstairs...you can have them...”She went past him, squatted down and began to fill 3 of the machines. The man began to complaint behind her. Yes, it was true that he was homeless, and that he liked to drink, but he was actually trying to be useful. He liked watching and listening to the urinating, no matter who was doing it, young men or young women. He had a peeing fetish. On other days, however, his weeing was a lot more fun. Every now and again, his care-free peeing would be so incredible that he simply couldn’t wait until he got home, and jacked off in the locker room, letting the ecstasy build in a matter of minutes, until he exploded all over the place, and practically fainted from the sheer abandonment of his orgasm. On this day,.