She jumped and gasped, her eyes and mouth wide open in surprise. I focused again and squirted another jet of piss that splattered into her distended l...bia. Again she bucked and cried out, "Aaah!" and threw her head back.I struggled to relax my prostate, and was able to achieve a stream of urine. I peed straight onto Marion's cunt as she wailed in delight, squirming and writhing in joy.I flexed my stomach muscles, and my bladder opened up fully, my urethra dilating to carry my full stream of. "Ok you, make yourself at home because you know how long I'll take. I'll be about half an hour ok. No spying!"For once, I didn't intend to spy. I settled down on her bed while I watched her bustle in and out grabbing brushes, towels, lotions and shampoos. Finally I heard the bathroom door lock and the shower come on with a satisfying gurgle in the next room. It was time for me to have some fun.Sadly for me, the only pair of panties she hadn't yet worn was the black g-string. However, I decided. Two interesting points had come to light and Don Juan's mention of the vitamin problem gave a solution to one.The personnel in the camp site were too few to have defended the complex and the number was decreasing rapidly every day; the one male who had collapsed outside a building had been closely vidded and Threep claimed the man had died from anaemia. Morg had to refer to old science to understand Threep's provisional diagnosis but didn't fully accept it as his reading was that anaemia is. "Staci gave her a disgusted look, "I'm not that bad, I just happen to have a lot of clothes. Now do you have anything you need washed or not?" Oh I do, I do," laughed Jill as she got up, walked over to her closet and pulled out an overflowing white plastic laundry basket. "It's just that I haven't known you to do laundry in so long, let alone offer to do some of mine, I don't quite know what to make of this situation. Here, knock yourself out."Staci groaned and took the heavy basket from Jill..