Wife walked at a fairly good pace to our mini-van even though in much pain. Fortunately, back of the van was secluded, wife walked around to the back ...urriedly, opened the back door, flung off her sandals, opened her legs and started to pee, couldn't help it. It was a total mess, pee squirted everywhere, poured down the insides of both her legs as she steadied herself against a back door. With the large 9lb baby inside she couldn't just pee as normally. Took a few minutes, finally finished.She. Becky’s mother was sister to Michael’s wife Jackie. When they arrived home, Jackie showed Becky to her room and after dinner everyone got reacquainted talking about the older days. Telling horror stories of growing up as a kid with her mom as a sister. Michael found himself taking sneak glances at Becky’s full form, as she talked and smiled, he watched her lips move, he was getting aroused, so he put those thoughts away so as not to embarrass himself when he had to get up. Michael. Her nubile body had never been subjected any indignities or physical punishment of any variety. In fact, she still retained that sensitive membrane hidden inside her blond, hairy pussy that labeled her a Virgin. The screams were silent now. Olga heard disgusting laughter coming in her direction. The guards were undoubtedly coming for her. She trembled in fear and shook with anger at her own fear. The tears of self pity were rolling down her cheeks with reckless abandon. The young. I just come down to the boathouse to cry.” She was angry now. She was on the verge of tears too.“Wow, that’s shitty. He’s a real shit. And he doesn’t even know he’s hurting you?”Beth drew back, looking daggers at me “You really can be an insensitive jerk at times, you know that?”I was hurt, defensive. The alcohol was inhibiting me thinking straight, inhibiting me saying the right thing. I was stung. “Jesssh, just try to help.” I said coldly. I paused, scared at the anger in my voice. I calmed.