The microscopic white g-strings sent them into a fit of giggles and when I reached into another drawer of the dresser and fished out two pairs of hold...up stockings, I thought they were going to die laughing!"What?" I grinned, feeling very foolish, "What the hell are you laughing at?"They laughed and ushered me out the door, telling me to leave it to them to choose their clothes,"Don't worry darling" mum laughed, "You'll enjoy it!"I did too, when I arrived back from getting the Polaroid films. This new form of having a wee was enormous fun but Selena’s bladder was not even close to being empty. She finished her leak with a delicious burst of piss from her open pee hole that jetted past her curly pussy hairs and sprayed the sodden cardboard with one last dose of hot urine.Not even close to being spent Selena stood from her toilet squat and dashed over to where the filing cabinets placed up against the wall ended. Her nipples were as hard as rocks as she aimed her pussy slit towards. She put her hands above her head and swung her hips to allow the remains of the dress to slide off her legs onto the floor. His hard cock jumped and started oozing pre-cum when he saw her standing in nothing but her swaying hips and high heels that said, "Come fuck me," as clearly as if it had been printed in large, bold letters across her ass that swayed seductively from side to side as she crawled across the bed toward him. He lay in awe as she straddled his hips and sat back, plunging. She's the one who told me about "the power". Bea thinks its only about sex, but she's wrong. I think 'the power" is anything that you have that someone else wants. Sex is almost all that Bea has to use." You're too young to already be aware of these things, but you are right. Bea has shown a willingness to use her power too. We all use something to get our way." Do you use your illness that way, as your "power"?" Mrs. Parsons stared at me. She almost said something, two or three times, but each.