Fortunately, her bladder was not empty. She altered her stance, moving her legs apart to widen the gap so that her hot piss shower could be clearly se...n as she put on her show.It was taking too long!She was trying to pee but having a spear aimed her way was not helping matters. Closing her eyes, she tried to think back to a time that she had been bursting to go. She recalled when she had been invited to a birthday party for a governess in the upper echelons of society in India. There had been a. X describe me how you imagine our meeting in hotel room...freakyericaI want my horny husband to kiss me deeply with his tongue holding me close and walking me backwards towards the bed then push me away making me fall on my back on to the bed the quickly garbing my legs lifting them up and sliding his hand up to my ankles then grasping my high heels spread my legs again sliding his hands down my legs over my stockings down to the out sides of my hips then putting his face and hot breath on my. She ran her hands through the wet strands of my hair. I placed gentle kisses up her thighs until I reached the motherland. Looking at it made me feel like I was a child who was just granted an unlimited supply of candy. She was sick of the anticipation and shoved my face into sweet, sweet cookie. I let my tongue explore the folds of her body and felt her body shaking around me. Her hips were moving in rhythm to my tongue as she pressed my face into her. God, Sav. Dont stop Im about to-ahhh. She. It tortured her greatly but the next day it got worse, much worse.As she arose and walked slowly from her bedroom to her computer room she had given up all hope of ever communicating with any of the readers that she had so tried to please with her writing. The joy had long been lost for her. She now recognized that this is a one way relationship where the writers write and the readers read. Any hope of feedback to her on her story now was lost.?Why doesn’t anyone comment??As her new messages.