Quickly, I stuck my face into her pussy and licked around between her lips. I found a deep hole and plunged my tongue deep into it. I sensed she liked...it as she forced my head deeper into her. My nose was touching her clit, so I slowly moved my nose up and down around it, making her shiver. shit, oh&hellip, my&hellip, god&hellip, fuck&hellip, ooh! she said repeatedly. I pulled my tongue out and slowly licked her clit. Lydia&hellip, keep&hellip, going&hellip, shit&hellip, youre. Let me know what you think.” I said ok and Peter continued urinating turning the water a nice dark golden color; he noticed that I was slowly sliding my hand back and forth in the channel as the water gets darker.He reached over and flushed the urinal while saying: “Sorry but I got to flush the urinal; I want to see your hand.” He continued urinating against the back of the urinal as it flushed and emptied out. I said: “Peter, I know when I am being urinated on that I have to get flushed down. My angel had agreed to let him “have” bare tit. She slouched in the seat and closed her eyes and softly moaned. His fingers, hidden under the white cotton fabric must have been working their magic on her nipple. I watched as the flush of ecstasy flooded over her face. I think she had a nipplegasm. I reached down unzipped my khakis, put my hand inside my pants and rearranged my rock hard cock so that it was pointing up at my belly instead of down the pants leg. I remember that when I did this it. The first time I got away without feeling the red hot nails being driven through the rear of my skull I stopped by the main counter and had a chat with the head librarian. The ‘Ice Queen’, his words not mine, was on holiday for a fortnight; back to Transylvania, he suggested. I laughed appropriately but felt slightly bad for it because I had actually grown fond of her in a strange sort of way. I scratched my head wondering about the Freudian reasoning of my mind. The next week I headed home for.