Even the end of the pipe of the pot as touching legs. Suddenly he took my head on top of the urinal and tilted it on the left the piss on the pot was ...ouching face. I was so horny being in that situation I told to myself from now onwards you are a cum-dump-piss-whore.And I was masturbating. He started pissing on my face and mouth I didn’t drink it but still, it went into my mouth as I kept my mouth open sometimes the drops from the filled pot as also coming on my face. After the 4th guy pissed. ?No, it?s from theoffice.? ?That?s odd, I didn?task for anything to be sent out so it hasn?t come from KB.? ?Oh well, let?s havea look.? Jo tore open the brown wrapping and lifted the lid of the cardboardbox she found in side. As she did there was a quiet ?whoof? sound and a streamof pale gas spread out from the box. ?What on earth?? began Jo but her wordswere cut off as the gas took effect and she and Jane slumped intounconsciousness. Jo?s front dooropened and into the flat stepped the. Mack, do you mean for me - is that what you have in mind, to keep me out of trouble in the neighborhood? You want me to - to ball our own son?" Why not, baby? Look at how the poor k** is shaking, and think how much guts it took for him, to crawl into that closet so he could watch us screw. He must be so damned horny that he's about to tear himself apart, and he's no doubt a cherry, a virgin k** who can't keep his eyes off his sexy mom - and nobody can blame him for that."Jerry hunched smaller. She poured us a glass of Chablis each and showed me briefly around the house. Quite a big place. Victorian. The piano was in a sort of sitting room at the back. Nora sat on the stool and gave me the start of Grieg’s Piano Concerto, then stopped. “No,” she said. “Never was very good. My husband used to like me to play and said nice things, but… you know. You play. The Gymnopedies.” I played rather nervously but relaxed when I saw she was genuinely enjoying it. When I had finished she refilled.