One time he asked for candy, his pop said no. He knew there had to be a reason. "I want to be a girl too then." You can't. You're a boy. Boys marry gi...ls that they like," Ukyo said quickly. It wouldn't do for Ranma to be a girl. She couldn't marry him then. It was just that she couldn't beat Ranma in a fight, so she had to resort to other ways, like claiming girls were better than boys.Ranma scrunched his face up in thought. He had no idea what 'marry' meant, but it seemed to be important to. I knew it was about to hurt, but I wanted to impress her and not make her think I was too young for this, so I didn't say anything. When she took me in her mouth again, I knew I couldn't stop it, and I felt an orgasm coming. I moaned, but this time, instead of hurting, I felt something totally different. It felt like I was peeing, and I was horrified that I'd just peed in her mouth. When I looked down, though, she was smiling up at me, mouth still around my shaft and sucking softly. She slowly. Once freed, Miranda's head was spinning from the delicious contact with the stripper's chest. Her nipples felt on fire as Candy leaned into her, the small brown nubs firmly erect. "Is that better?" Yes," Miranda whispered, feeling her pussy start to leak a bit. The stimulation was overwhelming to her, unable to touch herself, and keeping in mind the strict admonishment to not touch Candy, she was feeling like she might explode. The stripper leaned back again and resumed the grinding, dangling. " I patted the sink counter; I went into the stall and sat down to pee. As I sat there, I felt cum dropping out of me into the bowel. The tiny splashes as the globs hit. I wiped myself and found it also full of cum, flushing I moved out of the stall. I did not have one man waiting for me; I had all six of them from the table. My eyes lit up with excitement, I move to the counter, scooted my ass up on the edge and said, "Come on, make it quick. My husband will be here soon and I'll have to go.