You say that's it daddy drink my pussy juice you know you love it. You then stand up on the bed still hovering over me and say I have a surprise for d...ddy I hope you like it just as you reach down and spread your pussy lips and piss starts to pour out into my chest. I nearly came on the spot. We have talked about this before but I never thought my fantasy would come true. You start laughing as you see the look of shock and surprise on my face as you keep pissing on my chest and neck. You ask me. That is not to say that Kathryn Kincordie did not have a social life, far from it. But she met most of her friends online, while her school hours were focused on work, either curled up alone in the library with a tablet, chatting to someone online or down in the design workshops, polishing trinkets for extra credit in her metalwork classes until one of her friends like Ruth would decide to drop by for a chat. Of course she had boyfriends - few guys could resist the quiet, shy redheaded cutie. Katie bent down and slid them on as the well endowed neighbor walked around her, "Could you maybe put on a little blue eye shadow and black eyeliner?" he politely asked. Katie rolled her eyes as she walked into the bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Phil stood next to her and watched in delight. She towered over him now as her high heeled shoes. She delicately applied the make up to her eyes as she blinked in the mirror. "Wow!" Phil beamed behind her, "You're perfect!" The old man. Despite the gravity in her voice, I couldn’t help but notice how her tits heaved in her low cut blouse as she cried. “Sarah,” I said calmly, “Let me have a look at it and I’ll see what I can do, OK?” She hugged me close and I could feel those 44DD’s pressing against my chest. “Thank you, Tom, thank you so much.” I walked over to the top of the basement stairs which were right off the kitchen. Indeed, you could hear water running into the basement. I put on my boots and went downstairs. It.