Her panties were pushed aside and her finger was inside her pussy, sliding in and out. Looking up, Charlie saw that her other hand was now stroking Mr... Hathaway's cock.God, it's so big! Mrs. Flent thought. I wish I could see it. It's a lot bigger than Jack's ... and, ohmigod, it's harder than his has been in years if ever.Flabbergasted, Charlie thought, Holy shit, old Mrs. Flent is a slut. She's married and everything. Jeez, I wonder how far she'd go. With a mischievous smirk, the boy looked. ’ He studied the gorgeous silk the salesgirl pressed lightly to her subtle cleavage, aware that his face was on fire. He was certain his cheeks were the color of the bra she cupped lightly in her hands, its straps hooked on her thumbs. Still, he could imagine his wife in this and the matching lace panties, almost a g-string, and he adored the vision. ‘Thank you… Jenni,’ he replied, reading the nameplate on her blouse. ‘It should be perfect.’ ‘Wrap it for Valentine’s Day, right?’ she said, not. He told me that he was cut when he tried to open a box. I later found out from one of his buddies that he got it in a fight. Several of his buddies would make passes at me and he just thought it was funny. Never once did he take my side and he actually encouraged me to have sex with them. I absolutely refused. That’s when it started really going downhill. He came home one night, very drunk. He grabbed me and stripped my clothes off. All I could do was scream as he held me down and tried to rape. I could not reach the buzzer. I began to think they had done that on purpose. What choice did I have?I released the hold I had placed on my bladder, and at first nothing happened. Eventually, I could feel the passage way opening up, and ah... , here it came. My piss forcefully surged up my hard cock and splashed onto my belly. I controlled it so it would not get onto my face. Holding back just enough pressure to get the satisfaction of release, while at the same time controlling the flow.I.