."Jonas sighed. "How am I supposed to know which one to use?" It's simple," she replied. "Thou is the subject and thee is the predicate." Subject? Pre...icate?" Don't thou know thy grammar? Here's a simple trick -- when in doubt, re-cast the sentence in the first person." First person?" Cast it back upon thyself. For example -- which is correct? I love thou or I love thee?" Jonas shrugged his shoulders. "Ask thyself, which would be correct? I love I or I love me?" I love me -- but it doesn't make. Oh fuck me…Harder oh God.”She screamed as her core tightened with such intensity that it caused her to throw her cum against Christine’s chest. “I can’t take anymore….Please stop!” she begged gasping for every breath. Christine obeyed and held Susan in a gentle embrace. They kissed gently as Susan came down. She was dripping cum down her ass crack and felt so dirty and yet so pleasured at the same time. She felt her juices on Christine’s breasts and smiled. “See what you made me do.” She. As her flow finally tapered off, Melissa held up her hands to ward off any further pinches from Deborah. “That’s all. Really, I don’t have anymore. Empty. Dry. Done.”“Alright, alright, I believe you. But remember the trick is to use a bit of pain to distract yourself when you’re too embarrassed.”“Ah, yeah, but not to be a drag or anything… and even though that was sort of fun and all… but I don’t think I’ll be looking to make playing with piss a significant part of my… kink.”Deborah grinned,. I closed the livingroom curtains and went and got soap, a wet dishtowel, a dry one and lotion. Anne was just weeping and I put the stuff down next her "here Anne" was all I said. I looked at my sister cry and she was just lost.Sitting down next to Anne I asked "do you want me to do this?". Anne didn't answer just slowly cried and was shaking a little. Not sure what possessed me but I reached and got the wet dishtowel and wet my hands, then picked up the soap and soaped them up. Like a man.