" He told me.He rested for a brief time, and then led me into the bathroom. He indicated to the floor beside the toilet."Sit." He commanded, and I did... on the cold tiles.He aimed his cock at the toilet bowl and started to piss. I stuck out my tongue and let the stream dance over it, then for good measure I let my hair dip in it, too, just enough to dampen a little of it. "Don't wash it out." He told me. As he finished pissing I took him in my mouth and sucked him clean, then he grew hard so I. He swallowed me whole.Once past the initial reluctance, Paul seemed determined to do whatever it took to make me cum. I don't know how much of this was intended to increase the quality of his own blow job, but he took to it with an enthusiasm I'd never known from a woman. He knew exactly how to please me, slurping and sucking down until every inch was coated in his spit.I'd had blowjobs from girls before, and while I'm not complaining, there's that thing where they stroke the shaft, bobbing up. That was the end of it, she told her. But she couldn’t convince Carrie’s father. As the day drew closer, he became sullen and withdrawn. The Elders had told him that there wasn’t anything they could do, she was an adult and beyond their powers. Enraged at their seeming complicity with her choice he had even stopped by the office of the County Sheriff, to see if he could have her arrested as she went to leave. The Sheriff, an old friend, had quietly hustled him out of his office and down. She got up, slipped a jacket over her T-shirt, and headed out the door, headed for Greg’s cabin. When she got there, she could hear the TV playing, so she knocked on the door. Greg thought he heard knocking. He opened his eyes and realized he was sitting in his recliner in front of the TV, and that it was nearly dark. The knocking continued. ‘Greg? Are you home?’ a feminine voice called. Greg recognized Fran Martin’s voice. He got out of the chair, made sure his bathrobe was belted securely.