It’s not like the deer and squirrels use toilets.”I moved one foot to the side and relaxed. I started to pee, and heard it splash onto the grass b...tween my feet. For some reason, it seemed terribly funny! It was as if the two of us were having a piss together at a ballpark urinal. I loved the feeling it gave me, like I could do anything I wanted. So I walked over to Max, the water still flowing from my pussy. It splashed on my inner thighs and feet as I walked and I didn’t care. I impishly. She sat down on the ground and thought of her master. She wanted his hard cock. She wanted to hear him telling her to cum. There was so much she wanted, and her pussy grew damp. She could still taste him on her tounge and she savored that taste. Remembering sucking on his hard cock. Remembering playing with it, and as she remembered she brough her hand down to her pussy. It was already wet and her finger slipped in easily. She pulled her finger out of her pussy and was happy to see it was. Ginger’s moans became groans, so clearly I was getting the hang of this. Knowing how some women like having their nipples pulled, I tried that on my sister’s swollen clit as she stopped sucking me so she could scream with pleasure. “That’s it, Keith,” she demanded. “Just like that. Now harder. Fuck me with your left over fingers.” I pumped my hand like I was jerking my own cock, twisting and pulling her nubbin and massaging her flesh inside her cunt until I felt her muscles clench my wrist as. ‘Down to my house,’ her neighbor said. ‘I’m having a little party, and I need a hostess to Serve.’ The girl noticed the accent on Serve, and it scared her. ‘A poker game,’ her neighbor said. ‘You’re the entertainment.’ ‘You’re the pot,’ the other man said. ‘Course if I don’t win… I’m taking you anyways.’ ‘Every ways,’ her neighbor l aughed maliciously. They dragged her into her neighbor’s rough cabin, one he built of stolen materials, it was rumored. Not that he had no money–he was an over.