I would take the bus home from work, and if I'd had a lot of contact with Jane I would board the bus in a state of agitation. I was always keen to get...to the back of the bus so that, if there was no one there, I could put a hand up my skirt and, pulling my panties aside, finger my sopping gash. In an effort not to draw attention to myself I would not let myself cum until I walked through my front door where I would immediately strip off, sit on the floor in front of a full length mirror, spread. You were opinionated yes, and quite stubborn, but I was working on that. You were a natural and that is rare to find. Enough of that now. It was nice to hear from you. looking forward to your next email to me.Sir J ****I click reply and try to answer his questions as best as I can.****Sir,To start off, I wasn't doubting your ability to find me. I was just saying I wasn't in one place for more than a week and didn't have a stable address. What is so wrong with being a carny anyways? I got to. One after another they aimed a steady stream of piss on her. It was cold and Karin was shivering. Naked she was unable to move.The Limo drove off slowly down the alley.It was cold and she was wet covered in piss, unable to move.Lying there what seemed forever she heard men walking down the alley.Please help me. Help me.They stopped to look. Oh thank you, Thank you. Wait. What are you doing to me.Karin passed out as she was picked up and tossed into a shopping cart.She was in and out of. L….”“Oh, pity, she doesn’t make you LICK them clean, Kevin, after all, it IS your mess, isn’t it?” she growled darkly. “Do you want to lick your hot cum from my shins, my calves, my socks, Kevin? Do you?”“Uh…I …I don’t know, Mrs. L…I never…”“Lick, boy,” she hissed.She put her left foot on his shoulder, balling that cummy calf and held the right one before his mouth, a tremendous amount of come coating the thick muscle and shiny shin and black sock. He gulped and stuck his tongue out..