A chant started in the crowd: "Toettut belongs to us". It grew in intensity, as others took it up. Soon, the whole public square boomed with the sound...of voices.Jean could tell that the shouts were coming from a large crowd that was close by. They were shouting and applauding. The roars became insistent, even frightening in its passion. Some of them were chanting a name, "Rhonda, Rhonda," over and over."What the hell is going on over there," Jean asked, the crowd's chants were getting louder."I. He turned to find that it was Joyce who had hit him. She was not a happy camper when she said with some fire in her voice, "Maybe I missed it, but I don't remember ever receiving the phone call you said you would make about us going out again. I wondered what I did wrong and waited for a long time. No call ever came."Bob was at a loss for words. He wasn't sure what he should say. The truth wasn't always the easiest way to go but once you got it out, it cleared the air. So he asked her if they. I tangled my fingers into his hair and pushed my chest forward. He held me down easily, sliding my shorts down over my long legs and tossing them aside. I felt the vibration of his groan as his hand rubbed my already dripping pussy."This is so wrong," he breathed heavily, leaving hot trails down my flat stomach until his mouth hovered over my glossy entrance. "But I can't stop myself."He ran the tip of his tongue teasingly along the line of my pussy and I let out a shaky moan. I bit my lip and. A pee-er this time. Oh my God, I can hear him tinkle. This is so gross! But a fresh surge of moisture between my legs betrays my excitement.I squeeze you faster now, with abandon. You grunt into my mouth and your fingers move to my bottom, cupping my cheeks. Oh! If I squeeze just SO, it feels marvelous! I am so close.The urinal flushes and there are footsteps to the sink. Splashing water covers the quick thrusts of my pelvis as I grind down on you. So CLOOOOSSSSEEEEE.....The water stops but the.