Walking into the second stall, Erica could see lots of shit stains on the toilet seat. Not bothering to close the stall door, Erica set her handbag do...n on the floor, turned around, pulled her black skirt and pink bikini underwear to her knees, she sat down on the seat and let loose. Her pee was like a jet. It shot out of her quickly and was hitting the inside of the bowl, turning the water into a light yellow. Erica sat there peeing and peeing until finally it stopped. Standing up she turned. I went and closed the curtains shutting out most of the moonlight. The room was dark except for the light coming from the hall under his bedroom door and moonlight filtering through his curtains. Our eyes had become accustomed to the dark. We could see well enough to make each other out but not in great detail, which helped me be more comfortable with what we were planning to do.My panties were forgotten on the other side of the room. I untied my nightgown and let it fall to the floor. Ron. She was partly ashamed of how prudish she had been, but also ashamed of how Tom made her show of her body nowadays. She remembered how guilty she felt when she discovered masturbation. How she had traveled to a different city to go confess because she did not want the priest in their town to know. Julie remembered how bad and helpless she had felt when she slowly got more and more addicted to fingering herself. She recalled the endless hand washing to get the smell of her fingers, and the sense. Sharon was now responding to my advances and returning my kisses and was more relaxed so I unbuttoned her blouse exposing both her breasts. My hand still working on her right nipple as my tongue licked her left one. I could feel her chest rise and fall with her heavy breathing and her hand moved to run her fingers through my hair and pressing my head down, not wanting me to stop I knew Sharon was now horny enough for me to advance further so I took my hand off her breast but still kissing the.