It tasted awesome and she was a little shy because she squirted a lot. I comforted her saying I wanted that for such a long time. She was relieved and...then jerked me off.Then I told her about my fantasy of being peed on. She was hesitant at first but then after a lot of convincing, she agreed. We went to the bathroom and there I got what I wanted. She was so turned on after completing my fantasy that she gave me head and it was the best I ever had.And then we returned to the sofa and sat there. Still, she didn't meet Helen's gaze. Instead, she stared at the wagging fake cock with hunger.Helen grabbed the toy and stroked it in and out of her pussy. Stacy had had more of the toy in her body since it had started out buried as far into her body as it could go. Helen withdrew the entire toy momentarily before feeding it back into her snatch. She stooped awkwardly and she pushed more and more of the shaft into her slim body. By the time she found the bottom of her pussy, only about ten. He made it to her house in an obscenely short amount of time, but he couldn’t seem to keep his foot off the gas pedal. Taking the steps up to her door two at a time, he froze right before he could knock. He didn’t know how to start explaining. Didn’t know how to get his point across. What if he said the wrong thing and she told him to leave? He pressed his head to the wood and counted to three before tentatively knocking. He heard footsteps slowly dragging across the hardwood floor and backed. I know you, you dirty old man!" She squealed as I stepped behind her, reached under her sweater and slipped my fingers into her bra."I can do that here. You want to take a shower, little girl?" I growled in her ear, doing my best dirty old man impression."Well, it's not the Caribbean, but..." She purred as she backed into me, rubbing her perfect butt against the growing lump in my jeans.Dinner was late that night. Very late. As a matter of fact, it was breakfast.Mr. Nordstrom walked into.