I was also going to ask my mother to get me a “GoGirl” female urination device to use when not at home.Using the bathroom was not a problem, in ge...eral. It’s natural. I would just have to remember never to wipe back to front. I have no desire to get an infection from doing so. What is a problem is a woman’s first menstruation. As I sat there on the toilet, I got cramps. They weren’t bad, and at first, I thought they were gas, or a strong need to move my bowels. That was not the case.As I sat. He drew back again, a little faster, her slick folds sliding juicily past his nerve-loaded cock. When he drove in, faster this time, he thumped up against her solidly, his cock driving deep into her opening. His balls swung and tugged from the impact, and jostled against his thighs on the rebound.Judy's belly rippled and shivered with increasing lust. She drew in one shuddering breath after another as her burning pleasure slowly built and built.The last lingering regrets she felt about her. The erotic scene was getting to Dan. This wasn’t the Hen House where fucking is a usual activity. This was a public bar, and plain fucking likely wasn’t tolerated. His pressure built up, and a slight tilt of his head.“Uhhh, uhhh, umph, umph!” He grunted his cream into her pussy.“Mmm, I love the sound of you cumming, very manly. Now I’m your wife for the weekend,” she smiled.“And I am your husband who cleans up his messes.” He kissed his way down her body, her knees bent and watched him lick his. Well back to the real story:Just after I turned 18 (witch is the drinking age limit where I live), one of my friends asked me to go to a party with her. She was very different from me, outgoing, popular, sexy and a year older. But for some reason we were very close. And I went with her to the party. I didn't really feel at home there. I didn't know anyone besides my friend, and spent most of the time sitting on the couch sipping wine. After a while I loosened up a bit and started chatting with.