Ems. My friend. Truth be told, my best friend. She wouldn’t want anything like that. Would she? No, of course, she wouldn’t. Not Ems.She helped me...carry my bags up to my room, where I dumped everything on the bed.“You’re not unpacking.”I shrugged.“The longer you leave it, the worse it’ll get.”“It’s just unpacking. All I’ve got to do is throw a few things in the wash. Most of what’s in there is going with me to Westmouth anyway, so it’ll only have to be packed again on Friday.”“But it’ll be all. Vivian was in the bedroom, stripping down to take a shower of her own. She had a gorgeous body, beautifully tanned, perky breasts, a perfect mound of a shaven pussy. Her jet black hair cascading perfectly down over the tops of her breasts as she turned to see me staring at her, taking in her beauty. She smiled and bent over at the waist to take her heels off, purposely giving me a wondrous view of her firm ass cheeks and long, slender legs. I felt my cock stirring underneath my fake pussy,. Her very first thrill had been a short but highly stimulating pee over the toilet edge, sending her hot flowing stream to splatter down over the tiled bathroom floor. This delicious naughtiness had led to a whole host of exploratory areas with which to pee around her home and garden (including the shed which soon became her personal toilet) and then on to something most new and unexpected.The thrill of peeing in naughty locations had often seen Chloe purposely loading her bladder in preparation. I gradually moved my mouth lower to the swollen folds of her labia and gently prised them open…what a sight of pink it was that I beheld…! Moist pink with shades that ran to crimson as her hardened clitoris came out of its folds to smile at me…! I gently took it in my mouth, which was too much for her as she let out a long wail of surrender and gushed out her juices from her her vagina which was quivering now. I spread her legs wide and buried myself into her depths of joy with one hand on her.