She talked about things that happened to us over the years. She explained to me why she was a single parent now. Her ex cheated on her when she was pr...gnant and got someone else pregnant at the same time. We got to her apartment around 10pm. She was a good host and let me take a shower first. Then she went in after me, it was about 11pm when we she finished her shower. She came out wearing a black robe. She sat next to me on the couch; I could smell the scent of the shampoo that she used. It. She took off her sweater to reveal her hard and perfect nipples. I was not the only one who noticed. She didn't care. She handed me something under the table. I took it and realized it was her sexy red panties, wet with pussy juice. I put them in my pocket. About two minutes into the meeting I wrote an IM from my laptop. "Pussy still wet?" She wrote back, "So close to cumming. Panties soaked." Our boss was droning on and on as we wrote. I wrote, "I noticed." "Pussy throbbing. So horny. I want. I had never known my father. My mother was a hooker, and all she wished for was that I didn’t follow her down that path, having a child by an unknown father. Her dying wish has remained with me to this day. Shack girls were sometimes called waifs by superior middle class types in Grand City because to their eyes we all looked the same. We didn’t eat a lot. My old wages of five lira only really left me one or two lira a day to feed myself with (after taken out savings for rent and tax. Shetried to pull free, no good Tracy held her tighter andcontinued to urinate on her breasts. She seemed to goon forever, then she shuddered with the beginnings ofanother orgasm. Tracy pushed the now frantic Jenniferback and directed her piss at Jens face, drenching her.Before Jenny could do anther thing, the pee stopped andTracy rubbed her crotch into her face, as the pee randown Jens face. Then Tracy turned the shower on andbegan to soap her down.“I’m sorry I lost control. Please.