The soft hiss of her urinating was joined moments later as Helen overcame her butterflies and started a piss of her own. From amidst the shaved curly ...airs around her muff, burst a jetting stream of clear coloured pee, flowing from her cunt and forming a pattering fountain of hot piss over the carpet not too far distant from Suzanne’s playing stream.Now the office carpet was being subjected to the hot spraying piss fountains from two mature women, both bottomless and with their twats on full. As for the vindictive low scores, because of my views, there are enough readers who encourage me to keep posting in spite of you. The scores don't mean anything really, other than what one person thought at the moment. What does mean something, is that enough of you thought what I did was good, and the 32nd re-write of "Wilderness Ordeal" a totally different story than either the original or the replacement, by the way, has been accepted for publication and will be in stores in the next few. Next he set the jar aside and began to coat the crown of his throbbing cock with the ointment until it was all shiny from his pink mushroom tip down to his balls. "You are a horny little pervert aren't you," she said laughing . . . even surprising herself by using those terms. "Alright I have on a pink night gown that's made of some kind of chiffon stuff . . . and my panties are also pink . . . like satin or something . . . you know kinda shiny." "Oh wow . . . that's great. Wish I were there to. Her origins in itself made her curiously amusing, because Newfoundland is no immigration hotbed. A beautiful, but a traditionally economically depressed region of Canada, the expectation is usually for people to leave the province, not move there. Nonetheless, that’s where her parents ended up, moving there when she was just a baby.Like most Newfoundlanders, Rose had an adorable regional accent. Even though it was natural considering where she grew up, it was a mismatch with her ethnicity. Such.