She, on the other hand, was forced to pull down her jeans, squat down, pull and hold out her underwear away from her crouch, pray that nothing bit her...on the ass, all the while attempting to keep from soiling her jeans or stepping in the puddle after she finished. "Ah yes," she thought, "what could be better than squatting in the middle of nowhere, over a bed of brambles and nettles, taking a piss?Karen was relieving her bladder when she saw the car coming in their direction long before she. Er sa? auf der Couch und schaute sich meinen Tanz eine Weile an. Dannmeinte er energisch: "Schluss jetzt! Geh und mach dein Gesicht frisch!"Ich machte eilig einen artigen Knicks, strich den Rock glatt undverschwand in das Zimmer, das der Herr zu meinem Schlafzimmer bestimmthat. Es ist ein kleines Zimmer, in dem nur ein Kleiderschrank, ein Bett,eine Spiegelkommode und ein Hocker davor stehen. Auf letzteren wollte ichmich setzen, aber ich fuhr hoch wie eine Rakete, kaum dass mein Po denHocker. There was nothing worse, in my mind, than being stuck in a hot school, listening to boring teachers spout on and on about shit that we would never use. The two months I would have to wait until graduation seemed like an eternity to me.I was glad I had written my own excuse to get out of school early. How good it would feel to have him touching me again.Pete was my best friend. Just good friends to everyone else. But to each other we were a true fucking pair. I could tell him anything, except my. . well . . . I guess so!" Hah! You guess so! Have you ever seen a pussy before? I'll bet you have never even seen a bare tit before, have you, little brother?" No, only in some pictures." Where did you get pictures of naked women?" Well, my friend Sam's dad gets Penthouse, and sometimes we can sneak a look at it." Penthouse! That's the most disgusting magazine! They don't just show beautiful women, they do the beaver shots that make them look like sluts!" What's a beaver shot?" That's where the.