As I started to pull my finger back I sucked on her earlobe causing her to moan out. I held my finger still before taking it fully out, causing her to...whimper.“Do you want me to carry on?” I teased as she opened her eyes looking at me nodding.I started to push three fingers into her wet pussy, my thumb grazing her clit as I did so. My actions were slow and tortuous. I wanted her to need me, to need the release. I needed her to know she was here for both of our pleasures. Her moans were soft. The ropes of white cum splattered against the underside of the table as the pool of our urine flowed over the edge of the table like a mini Niagara Falls.I held on to Holly for support. The last few drops trickled out of me as I leant over, peering down at the mess I had made of my suede heels. Dark patches of piss splatters dappled all over the grey suede. Holly stood up and stepped down from the table. She held my hand as I stood upright and teetered on the edge of the glass. I knew I was. Now it was early April, the fight at Guilford Court House had chewed up the army Lord Cornwallis was pushing along, the roads were firming up and the river was full of tree limbs and running fast. The young Marquis Lafayette had finally arrived, without his troops but breathing some confidence into the whole local army, and promoting the hope that the French fleet might make the difference since they had supposedly dumped Lafayette's force in Maryland to go do battle the British navy. His men. Let me disclose this first and foremost I HAVE NO GAME! NEVER HAD NEVER WILL! LOL. I say this because all that night as hard as I tried I didn’t know what to say I stumbled, stuttered, and slurred my words and they knew it, I was asked by Lisa what was wrong and I told the truth, that for weeks I sat around and watch guys come onto them only to see them get knocked down; with that said why did they accept my offer? Wendy said because I was nice enough and didn’t make a play.The day went on, the.