Due to the attentions to her shecock, and the stimulatory effect of thewarm water, Whitney needed to urinate.The longer I tortured her so, the greater...her need to urinate became.In addition, Whitney was is urgent need to orgasm. Which to let her havefirst? The orgasm or the micturition?I=after pondering on this predicament for some time, I allowed her toorgasm; which didn't take long, as she was ready to blow.As soon as Whitney's seed stopped flowing, I allowed her to urinate intothe bowl, as. The smell of spunk.raynor grunted good morning as i courteiousley let her go to the bathroom ahead of me.i realised her door was ajar and im afraid i couldnt help myself i took a peak.no dildo.i went back to mays room trying to tell me self to stop being a pervert and get these crazy thoughts out of my head.i heard the bathroom door go and ray popped her pretty head round the door,"thanks for earlier she said",i thought no thank you hun for letting me see your gourgeous pussy.i mumbled. After taking her turn with the potty, she had a few sips of water from a half-full tumbler she shared with Della.“I’d hate their dry cleaning bill. Maybe they should have followed your lead and put down sheets.” Trudy said, referring to the wet patches on the rug and carpet.“Carpet and upholstery cleaners will be here by the time we’re on our way back to Cookham Station.” Della responded. Between them, Bess, Anna & Annette had moved the bean bags back into position, switched off all the small. “Is there anything I can do?” I asked raising the hem of my dress. He crossed the room and nearly tore my dress off me. He yanked my bra off and tossed it aside. He dragged me by the hair to my bedroom and tossed me on the bed. He stripped naked almost as quickly as he had me naked. He stood towering above me with a huge erection. “Lick it bitch,” he demanded. I started licking his pole up and down wrapping my lips around his meaty cock. I started stroking him as I licked and sucked his.