The leathery black skin looked obscene as did thetapering tip. She shut her eyes to blot out the sight. A moment later she felthim behind her, somethi...g was being poked at her bottom! She tried to shifther position so as to make access more difficult but he began jabbering andslapped the cheeks of her bottom hard, scratching her with his claws. Jillopened her knees a little, but not enough for him to get at her vagina. Shewas alarmed to feel him trying to push his penis into her arsehole, so. We didn’t mean to spy on you.” “You better go. Your mother is waiting for you.” Robert left and then I was alone with Peter. Both boys were seventeen years old. I was planning to have a little fun with Peter. “I’m not happy with you. But, I'm going to teach you a lesson.” “I’m so sorry. George said that you squirted and we just wanted to see you do it.” “So your friend said it was okay for you to watch me squirt. And, is he the boss of the block and of my life?” “Of course not. I’m so. ”“Something has come up.” Ed looked at the horizon expecting to see the helicopter appear any moment. A smile crossed his face when a speck appeared over the horizon. He ordered, “Pack up your stuff, right now.”Confused and bordering on angry at being ordered around, she put her gear in the backpack moving with deliberate slowness. The helicopter was close enough for her to hear by the time she finished. Turning, she stared at the helicopter fearing that it was Paparazzi trying to get pictures. “ Don’t you want to drink it?” she asked. Of course, I did , and even more so because I had never drunk urine before, nor had it ever occurred to me before that moment that I would ever want to. I was also in a frenzy to get down on all fours and put my face in the pot and drink it up like a dog, but she restrained me , and put her arm around me as she gently tipped the contents of the pot into my open mouth, mouthful by mouthful. The taste of her warm piss was so wonderful, somewhere between.