Betty was pissing a good one. When she finished, she walked slowly back to the room. Sheila watched the her buttocks swinging up and down. Sheila like... that ass.“Oh , please, please ”, whispered Sheila on the phoneShe had stopped frigging her clit and had not reached an orgasm yet. Wendy was on her second. There was whispering in the room. Then it happened. Linda, stark naked, walked into the bathroom and, like Betty, raised the seat and squatted over the bowl to piss. It took Sheila 10 seconds. " Three months wasn't enough?" I tried to joke."Those three months are the problem," Ashlyn snapped, looking frustrated. She squeezed her eyes shut and leaned against the doorjamb. "I'm sorry, but there's a lot of resentment I've built up that I have to get over." I know ... I'm sorry." Stop saying you're sorry." But I am." It doesn't change anything." She shook her head. "You left. You're back. I've got to deal with it." What do you want me to do?" Give me time, okay?" she looked at me. Her sexual arousal was moistening her cunt, making her wet, getting her ready. She began probing her vagina gently, first working one finger in and out, then two fingers, then three. Thrusting away, urgently pounding into her tight little pussy. Carol could feel the warm wetness of her tight cunt coating her fingers as she rapidly worked them in and out. With her pussy slick with her milky white juices, Carol slipped the fingers of her left hand out of her tight grasping cunt. She allowed one. And you were not here. My mind shut out the noises around me and my breathing began to increase. My hands began to wonder my own body, imagining the very thought that they were yours. I couldn't wait any longer. I picked up my phone out of habit and texted you. “Honey, I hope you don’t mind but I am going to touch myself to the thought of you.” My pussy began pulsing for attention remembering your grunts and groans. I slowly unbuttoned my pants trying to make it as realistic as possible..