He pissed himself in the most volcanic fashion. A stream of strong yellow urine gushed out of his erect 9? tube, onto his chest, neck and face. And he...didn’t stop. I made a note of the time as the last concrete block dropped.I need to tell you something else. All the green and reds were now back where they started at 07.00. But despite the distraction of pissing himself, 790 went straight back to the green pile, as though to carry on. He had listened. He wanted to please me. Day one, morning. . twist it the other way..." I moaned, "tighter... concentrate on the head..." She came first, her pelvis humping, her face scrunched shut, a long demanding groan coming from deep in her throat. Her vagina clamped down, and it took all my strength to force the cuke into her pussy. Her head went all the way back and she held her breath for the longest time. As her head snapped back toward me, I climaxed and ejaculated profoundly and intensely. It was mind-blowing. When I opened my eyes, I saw. As we came back home Caryn was pulling into the drive from her weekend at her mom and dad’s. I showered as she unpacked. I couldn’t believe she’d taken her clothes home to have them washed. I found if you put them in the hamper, they magically reappeared in your closet a couple of days later. What she did seemed too much like work.When we arrived at the set I saw I had one scene first thing in the morning and then another at the end of the day. I finished my first scene and then Caryn, Fritz. They pursued him if only for his size, a challenge to some women to see if the old adage of what was behind a man's zipper was relative to the size of his hands and feet. Or he was pursued as a man, available to pampered women who were not satisfied by what they found at home, or elsewhere on the estates where they lived. He had his flings, accepting them for what they were, temporary, exciting, and often enhanced because of the clandestine atmosphere in which they took place.However, none of.