Make sure it has the same number as on top of this card,” said Lee pointing out the number.Lee checked the fuses for the outputs, which had indicate... faulty. They were located in the fuse terminal blocks that fed into the card. She flipped the covers and inspected the fuse plugs.The fuses had an indicator on them. When they blew, the red spot turned black. She found four black-spotted fuses in the slots associated with the outputs that were not working. They were also the wrong size fuse.The. ‘Thank god it’s only you,’ said the pissing girl, her fast-flowing fountain of twisting urine most obvious as she sprayed the floor with her flowing stream. ‘I thought for a moment it might be my brother. Can you imagine him catching me like this?’Rebecca was still peeing strongly and Zara couldn’t answer. The other girl’s wide bum cheeks were positioned just above the growing pool she was making with her on-going toilet, a wonderful soft hiss and splattering sound rising from where she was. The bedroom, however, like the whole of the farmhouse except the kitchen, was icy cold on this February morning before dawn, but Elizabeth was no slug-a-bed and no stranger to cold, and she climbed from under the covers at her usual waking hour. Downstairs in the kitchen it was warmer, and would be warmer still when Elizabeth had fetched more peat for the fire. But for now Elizabeth washed her hands, face and neck in water from the bucket she’d filled the night before and placed by the fire to. Our parents had both us sleeping on our separate beds since we had come of the age and there was no squeaking produced by the springs like our dad’s bed used to, our pain and pleasure mixed shrieks, hisses, moans, growls and cries were not dulled by the old springs and helped enticing each other to keep fucking for more joy to come. I blasted through all of her blockages and jabbed her velvety curtains with vigor and gusto of my rock hard cock. This severe ramming, jamming, whamming with the.