“What the fuck did we just do,” I whispered in a nervous tone. Lucy laughed. “Hurry,” she said, “let’s get dressed.”We stood up at the s...me time. Some more drops of urine fell from our saturated panties. We draped our skirts over our wet underwear, put on our shirts, gathered our items, and left the room. Thankfully, nobody was waiting for our piss-covered room. As we walked through the store, the pee that was once warm gradually became now frigid; the wetness made my pussy cold. My parents. She smiles at me again and leaves.Before me is another girl, this one about my own height, with blonde hair and a happy open face. I'm not sure if I should say anything about what Judy did, but I decide to leave it for now. She smiles perhaps a little diffidently and says, "Hello, Fifty. I am Ylena, but you should call me Gaspazha."Her English is very good, but accented. I guess from having met colleagues from Eastern Europe at the university that she is from Russia, or possibly somewhere on. She knew that was the reason for her having pleased herself and learned how to do it well. But now, it told on her and the evidence was earlier when she felt empty.“I take it you don’t come here often?” he asked with a smile.“First time, actually,” she answered as the waitress came up to take his order. “It just looked like a nice place to sit and read.”“It is. It helps with de-stressing after a long days work also,” he said and told the waitress what he wanted and she walked off.“Well, I was. While getting down from the scooty I acted as if I lost balance and grabbed her by her boobs tightly, aunty got surprised by this act of mine touching her private milk tank and said hey “be careful don’t fall down”., I said ” oops sorry aunty I slipped”, but I thought to myself that I had finally succeeded in touching and grabbing her boobs and was overjoyed, but instead of reacting she just said be careful. I was quite confused because I was not sure if she enjoyed my boob catch act. Then we.