Havethere been any hallucinations reported from this? Anything weird?"She sort of hesitated. I was afraid that she'd report this to aprofessor or some...hing and call me in for research. "No, nobody hasreported any hallucination or strange dreams." I thanked her, wantingto get off the phone as soon as possible, and hung up, just staring atthe bottle for a long while. When I was finally convinced that thepills weren't going to jump out of the bottle and yell, "Gotcha!" I setit down and got. She alternated the flow between my mouth and the bottle drinking whatever came to her mouth. Still a few drops of piss fell on the floor.When she finished drinking and I finished peeing, the bottle was half full. She looked up fully satisfied.” That was terrific. What a wonderful experience and a nice taste. How I lived all these years with so many wonders so near me and still unaware of such things.”“Reserve your comments for the cocktail we are going to have.”“Sorry, I won’t be able to. After a serious amount of consummating.It didn’t take long before we heard cars pulling up the gravel drive and parking behind the barn. Soon heads were peeking in the entrance and the hosts were directing people to tables and the buffet. Kids were bumping into chairs and tables as they tried to walk and crane their necks to see ‘She’.The girls began to chat as soon as they saw Kendi. A few parents came over before they went through the buffet line and introduced themselves briefly, usually. Samson is barely out of college and still thinks of herself as a cheerleader. She still looks like one too, with her long, blonde hair and her trim figure. She's only technically an authority figure. Since becoming the cheer team's manager you've fantasized about her almost as much as the actual cheerleaders."Hey! What are you doing?!"You turn to the side and see Taylor, the Head Cheerleader. The sight of her in the school's red and gold cheerleader uniform always makes every guy hard. She has.