I didn't care if he caught up with me or not, I didn't wanna talk to him or see his face. I went around to the basement door, and closed it."Open it" ...ap said, his face appearing in the small dusty window.I locked the latch, and moved away from it."I'm still gonna get in regardless ... so open it" he smirked."NO" I said.I went over the small couch and sat down. I didn't feel too comfortable down in the basement, but I figured this way he really couldn't get to me. He'd have to get through all. He struggled, laughing, wrapping a strong arm around her to hold her back. His firm chest pressed against her and her breath quickened a little. He was so strong! Even straining against him with all the strength she had she could barely get close to what she needed.Panting, she switched to a new tact. "Fine, whatever. You want to see them so bad? Here they are." Face still flushed but now with a little more excitement than embarrassment, she rose a little further out of the water. His eyes. Their blisters were full and they could hardly wait to ease. The first one, with her legs and labia spread, stood in front of the slave, and pissed him in the face with a powerful, warm squirt. It spattered over his whole face and ran down over his chest and belly. At the same time, the second crouched on the tub rim and poured her urine on the cock. The third stood over his head and let her piss rain on his hair. It dripped down on his back and his shoulders. Pissed and wet Alex lay there now,. It really surprised me just how quickly people took an active dislike to Connie Templeton.We arrived at the Springfield Coliseum for the state finals early Saturday morning. Robin's class was fourth. They generally went in order of age at the states but they always moved the 6-9 division to the end because they thought that everyone would leave after the younger women performed. So we had a bit of a wait ahead of us.She'd already asked me about school, which was going great. I told her about.