And now she's me.Pity I won't be there when she takes off my desert boots and sees thosesocks...Ruth's 'O' and 'A' level certificates, awarded when sh... was a pupil atHolbrook Girls' School in Chislehurst, Kent. An unused cheque book sentout by the Guildhall Square, Portsmouth branch of Martin's Bank, and aninterim statement showing an initial balance of ?1000 deposited yesterday.A Post Office savings account with funds totalling ?485.57. A Visa cardwith a credit limit of ?250. A full driving. But, unlike the others I had today, this one actually woke me up. The sexual energy that was injected into my body was greater than any Viagra could give.I grabbed the tap and raised myself up. I was finally standing firm and my wet MILF body was shining in the mirror. My clean shaven pussy looked like a precious diamond – sparkling and waiting to be hunted, owned and treasured.Walking out of the bathroom with my body still dripping wet, I switched off the lights in my room. And for a second, I. .No. Better to let the affair play its course. She would learn her lesson in short order, and he'd be there to comfort her, and then in the future --Wait, the future? Friedrich blinked. Yes, Mary had a future, didn't she? He knew now that he would not kill her after all. He couldn't, even if he wanted to. He had wanted to kill the girl Mary, the sweet, naive, unassuming little creature as pure as driven snow, but she wasn't that little girl anymore. She was a woman, her own woman. She would. Robert was staring at her crotch, a smirk on his face.Her blush, a blush that seemed on her face all the time, went deeper. They were waiting for her to lose control, wanting to see her shame herself by pissing.“Let’s see you piss, you fucking cunt,” Robert said, with a lewd giggle. “I’ve never seen a girl piss before. It might be fun.”“Oh, please!” Peggy pleaded, trying to hold back the tears.A dribble of piss came through her panties. The blush on her lovely face went deeper. She squeezed her.