But she was most interested in exploring further this fascinating thing she had been exposed to. Her only problem was that Pappa Bear wasn’t coopera...ing, and while Mamma Bear had been most helpful thus far, her help suddenly vanished.For the next two weeks Bobby spent most of the day at his place, digging, raking, hauling ash and trash away, and generally trying to ready the site for rebuilding. His stamina was prodigious, and once he started a job, his single-mindedness drove him to complete. Her stream flowed at full force, a lightly coloured fountain of hot urine that shot away from her muff before forming an arching passage to the carpet below that eagerly accepted her pattering shower.She stared with mounting excitement as the damp stain continued to grow, a slight easing in her bladder as she released the pressure from her muff lips. This was not the first time that she had relieved herself in the MD's office, the thrill of pissing in such a place always an immense. The moment we were in the house, she wrapped her arms around me and began kissing me. She was breathing hard. I could tell that she was quite aroused, but I was still shocked that I could be the source, as she had always thought of me like a son. It then occurred to me that she had been thinking of having sex with me. And while I wasn’t exactly sure of what she had in mind, I decided to make the first move. I took her in my arms and responded to her kiss. I slipped my hands down and clutched. I love the way you paint me.’ ‘Thank you! You’re somehow easy for me to paint.’ She did something with an eyelid that asked a question and I answered it. ‘I like your body, I find it seems to work for my sort of style.’ ‘Can I see what you did tonight?’ I hesitated. It’s not that I don’t like people seeing my work (does ‘work’ sound pretentious?). It was that this piece was very explicit. I’d arched her back more than Teri had and the gauzy slip was more transparent than it actually had been..