Francis, this is the name of Marcel's friend, brought me some water in a bowland put it on the floor. I was glad because I was now really thirsty. Wit... myhands cuffed on the back, I kneeled and tried to put my mouth into the water. Inthis very moment he pissed over my head, my hair got wet and part of the peedropped into the bowel, the rest on the floor. I knew that there was noalternative than to empty the bowel what I did. When I wanted to rise again, Irealised that Marcel had recorded. Mostly, I had been practicing with it as if I were about to have a duel with somebody from the Old West. I had rigged a sling for my shotgun so that I could carry it over my shoulder, and it would always be in position for quick use. I was also wearing a belt that held six of the 10-round box magazines, eight of which I had built myself. I was fully loaded with shells charged with #00 buckshot, so I was ready to fight a war if one should come up.It was getting late in the afternoon and I had. Well, that got me even hornier; I quickly rushed into the toilet, found a cubicle, and barely had time to get my jeans and panties down before I burst. I rubbed my pussy as I was pissing, and I came twice before I had finished. I noticed the crotch of my panties was really wet; mostly from my juices, but also from the pee that had leaked out while I was trying to hold it.”“Had I been there watching, I would have got turned on,” I said to her. “What was it called? Omowashing? That sounds like a. Her legs recrossed, her nylons whisking. Then she said, “So it’s the pheromones that send a woman into hyper-ovulation?”She ignored my request.“Yes,” I said, shifting, enjoying Jordan’s asshole about my girl-dick. I played with her clit-piercing, smearing pussy cream and my cum across the ring, making Jordan whimper and shift on my shaft. “It prepares a woman for the moment my cum spurts into her pussy. So she can be bred by me.”Amelia squeezed her eyes shut for a moment.“I mean, anyone who.