"OH, NOW, GUNNAR, THIS IS ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS. OH, GUNNAR, MY CUNT. OH, OH, OH." Happy Birthday to you, dear Crystal." OH, OH, OH."It was so cold th...t she felt the opposite. It burned her like a hot fire in her soft, tender sex passage. She twisted and squirmed."How about six more."He wanted her to beg. She begged. "Oh, Gunnar, don't, please don't." Fuck me, Gunnar, please fuck me," he said. "I'm a worthless girl, but I'm crazy for you to fuck me."She hastily repeated the message, word for. It was the policy then that when one got promoted, to post them to another station with their new rank. The sad part for me was it wasn't to just another camp in England, but one overseas. The following weekend she packed her stuff and loaded it in her car, as she was given a few days leave would be going home for a few days before leaving for Germany. Of course I went with her to spend the weekend with her, and then would have to return to camp by train. On the Saturday night we went to the. After all, what was sauce for the gander (me) was also sauce for the goose (Julie), and she hoped that her honorary brother would do the right thing by her, and give her 24 hours to remember.Our time was to start at 10.30 a.m. on Friday, and last until the same moment on Saturday. There would be three compulsory meal breaks and the number of orgasms and the sexual positions used were to be noted down immediately after each session.The telephone rang while this was being discussed; it was of. I slowly startedto wee in my panties, under a real skirt, just as myfriend had done under the same skirt a few weeksearlier.Well, I don’t need to tell you how this feels, becausewe all know. It was marvellous. I thoroughly wetted mypanties for about two minutes (not continuously, but inthree firm spurts and one long gush) and then spentanother minute dripping out, still with my legs apartand while not touching my skirt at all. My friend was right: nothing happened to my skirt.Everything.