?I want Paul, but I can?t forget theway he just threw me away last year, I want Stuart, but I don?t knowwhether or not he wants me, I want Keith-??Kei...h!?? Mum asks with surprise. ?Charlotte?s ex-boyfriend???Yeah?? I grimace, suddenly remembering that I never actually told myparents WHY Stuart and I split up. ?He- he?s kinda the reason Stuart andI broke up, I- I may have, um, made a mistake, and Keith may have beeninvolved???Oh, Jamie,? mum says, giving me another hug. ?Nobody?s. "Boy, that stings!"Bob knelt in front of her and snuggled up to the toilet so he was right between her knees. He kissed her lightly and waited with her as she would pee and stop. Pee and stop as she worked through the stinging sensation.Then Bob had an idea. "Spread your legs wide and then spread yourself apart down there."Let the pee come right out of your pee hole."Then it shouldn't back up into your vagina and sting you. Your lips down there are holding your pee in."Doing as he suggested,. “Very good, the cunt strapping has been carried out correctly” he had said, and then let go of her cunt putting her knickers back in place.The Judge told her she was to endure the split pear in her cunt, she wasn’t quite sure what this meant but it sounded painful and a tremor of fear ran up from her cunt to her brain, a sweat broke out all over her body, and, try as she might, she could not control the fear induced stream of piss that ran from her pee hole through her skimpy knickers and down. It was in the drawing room in front of a good log fire that the two women, sat for their afternoon tea one dreary Tuesday, Bessy had baked some particularly succulent apple turnovers and they being Muriel`s favourites the afternoon was brightened considerably. The conversation wandered as women`s chat does, Bessy passing on odd snippets she had heard from the part time village ladies. One juicy bit being that the gardener, Mike, now his mother had passed on, had been drunk on the Saturday night.