I was in no position to disagree. Leslie washed down my cum by chugging the rest of her Long Island Iced Tea. She kissed me on the mouth, handed me ...he cup and said, "I think I'll have another." We hadn't been away from the party for more than 15 minutes, but I knew any longer would've aroused suspicions. So I was grateful for the excuse to get back into the crowd. Leslie went straight up to the stoners' room where Kevin was, as I negotiated the kitchen, casually socializing, and. She then used her blow dryer and brush to shape and style her short hair to frame her face. She put on her favorite short white sundress. It was low cut and made to be worn without a bra. There were thin straps over the shoulder and the top of the dress uncovered about a third of Joannes lovely breasts whose nipples poked noticeably at the thin cotton material. The dress buttoned down the front to the waist. The skirt flared out from the waist with wide side pleats. The dress hit her legs at. Her grunt was soft but her stomach sucked in as she shuddered, her hands coming up to my head and holding me in place as if I was going to suddenly leave. I sucked softly and rolled the pink bud around with my tongue some more before gently biting the base of the nipple with my teeth, that sent another spike of pleasure through her as I released it with a slight snap as I lifted my head. I descended on the other nipple and gave it the same treatment before going back to kissing around her. My hot pee shot out like a laser, etching yellow lines in the snow. I wrote each letter just like I would sign my name with a pen. My piss laser slowed to a stream, then a dribble. As I put myself away, I felt the last few drops soak into the crotch of my panties. I looked at the snow bank and beamed with pride. It bore a cursive Emma, and quite good penmanship if you ask me.As I got older, my full bush of pubic hair made a beautiful brown muffin, but it got in the way when I peed. I wanted a.