"Ah! Yuri-nalisis," he replied."You got it." So this means you're," he said, pausing. "You're gonna drink it?" he continued slowly. "YUCK!" My systems...have no waste to process. Any liquid I intake gets expunged without processing." I explained."This explains why your piss smells of stale coffee sometimes when we're in the bathroom together," he recalled."I didn't think it was common for men to go around smelling the piss of their bathroom patrons," he said jeeringly."It's not!" Arnie said,. Bending, I couldn't tell if she had panties on. Tossed into the corner was a pile of sweatpants, T-shirt, and blue sneakers. Ah, so blue panties. Hmm.Moving to the side of the bed I studied her gorgeous face partially obscured by honey-blonde hair. Then I saw the slight smile; she was awake! What a minx! I grinned ... and paused. She was supposed to be at gymnastics practice. What was she doing here?Bending, inhaling her sensual scent, I drew her hair back off her face and kissed her cheek. She was squatted over his crotch with his cock jammed into the tight well of her vagina and the warm curves of her ass brushing at his thighs. She smiled as his eyes locked in on the fully exposed joining of prick and pussy.Despite the fact that this small woman, even though a specialist at her trade--or art as the case was--was squatted before him, he couldn't believe it was possible. The girl's legs were pressed at his sides, touching the wall behind him. Her hands were locked on his. ‘Thank you. I suppose that earns you one more kiss.’ ‘Don’t pretend you don’t want it too.’ Another smile from her. Neither of us could stop, we were finally with people we loved, even if there were some restrictions. ‘Of course I want it too.’ She then gave me another kiss. When are lips parted our bodies didn’t. We stayed in embrace for several minutes. Finally my conscious kicked in and figured I should let her get to her homework. I pulled away and let her get to it. When I exited the room.