If she didn't affirmatively push me away, my intention was to push on.But the next time I saw Shirley wasn't really the "next time" we'd be together a...d alone. She dropped by my house, early-early on the first day of the semester.When I answered the door, I momentarily didn't recognize her. She was dressed in Standard Coed Outfit Type A. Only -- her beautiful blonde hair was now a medium-dark brown. It was shining and lustrous, and the coloring job had been professionally done. My gorgeous,. "Jezz this is one frisky football", he said. Stewies muffled screams went unnoticed still, and Peter shoved his cock into stewies face. As soon as he felt the warmth of his mouth, Peter started pissing right down his son's throat. Stewie thought he was going to drown in it, and it tasted so strongly like alcohol, he thought he was going to puke.But he didn't, and the bit of his daddy's urine he didn't drink down, went down his chin and he was now laying in it. He tried and tried to get away,. I imagined the sadness in her eyes when she felt it, but since prostitution in Amsterdam is nothing but a business, I think she was actually glad it didn’t take long. As awkward as the whole situation may have been, I had learned many valuable lessons. I knew how the room looked, smelled, felt, I knew about etiquette, about the order of things, about the vibe inside one of those tiny rooms; I learned things about myself and my own body, about how it was to sleep with a girl that I could. We reached the bathrooms. I pulled my hand from her waist, and she didn't fall over. Then again, she was holding the wall."Nice to meat you." I headed for the Men's john."Whoa, Nellie. I need some assistance here, Big Guy."Reluctantly, I guided her into the vacant woman's bathroom and chose a stall. She lifted up the rear flap and plopped down on the toilet seat. No panties? "Don't go just yet."The sound of her urine stream went on for minutes. Her bladder must have been over-extended. She.