The warm flow continued heavy and fast. I looked up at him as the fluid started to run off my pussy. “On my face, Bobby,” I hissed, “Piss on my ...ace too.”He adjusted his aim and covered my face with his urine. With one hand, I pressed the golden deluge into my pussy, rubbing hard. With my other hand, I wiped piss over my cheeks as he continued his downpour. Immediately, I started to orgasm.Bobby smiled as he watched me convulse. I was losing control of my inhibitions. My orgasm was powerful but. " Does it have to be true or can we create something?" Well, I'd like it to have at least an element of truth in it but you're free to spice it up in the interest of interest. I don't intend to challenge your honesty but try not to get too carried away. Are there any other questions? No? OK, see you next week."I was still grumbling to myself as I walked across campus to my dorm room. This is about the dumbest thing I've ever heard. 'Spice it up' she says. Well, I'll give her some spice.I'd like. He missed this; the taste of her, the rivers and hills of her body underneath his too-anxious palms: the smell of her skin, her neck, her hair. He could hardly keep himself from shaking with anticipation. Every inch of her carried his favourite tastes and scents. He loved her eager responses in their small, intimate touches: mouth on his ear, breath on his neck, the way her chest hitched when he kissed just below her throat. At this rate they wouldn’t even be able to make the short distance to. I rolled the woman onto her back and carefully rearranged her legs so that I could work on the broken one, her left one. I removed my right boot and sock and pulled her skirt aside so that I could put my foot against her pussy. I pulled gently, but firmly, with Replicator playing his yellow light over the site of the break.I could feel the break re-seat and held her leg while Replicator applied a splint. [Replicator, how long with it take her leg to heal if we do nothing more?][It will probably.