“fire away!” Jane smiled. At that i relaxed the tension of my bladder and let my piss shoot forth. She loved it as i sprayed all over her body –...on her tits, on her face, on her tummy and then on her wide open cunt as it lay exposed due to her legs hanging over the edge. As my jet hit her clitoris she shook violently to another orgasm. She didn’t wait though, but sat up and grabbed my still gushing penis to guide the flow of the golden piss into her mouth. This she gulped down very noisily. She was gorgeous, brunette, and about 21 years old. I remember seeing her in her cute virginal white sun-dress with slim, long legs and thinking, "I wonder what color panties she's wearing?" (Always watching for a good pantie-shot from a pretty woman.)I caught her eye in the crowd somehow, and when she saw me, I motioned with my finger for her "to come here". She came over to the edge of the stage and squatted down to talk to me... and I saw it, right at eye level and about 3 feet from my. We sit on the couch and cuddle and I ask Id if she thinks the slut has realised what's important with this task. "If she hasn't already, she will soon" she replies.What we're talking about is that she can't see how much there's left on the candle so she just has to trust us to pling on her before she burns herself.If we're here or don't forget her. The last thing we said to her was that we were going to go and make some food. We see how she starts to shake a little which is proof that she's. Dad came home and was back for a week, mom picked up dinner from the rib place, and Brian actually came home early enough to eat with the family. We had a real family dinner. Maybe the conversation was stilted. I guess I usually say more. Dad sometimes would ask me about what I was reading and I’d share and everyone would listen. Wow, I guess that hadn’t actually happened for years now. It didn’t happen then either. I guess my mind was preoccupied with things I couldn’t talk about. Still, for.