"We had a great dinner. Gerta had made lasagna, Baked ziti, veal parmigiana, spaghetti with meatballs, and a big salad that she called antipasto salad... I had some of everything, but I ate more of the spaghetti than any of the rest. Emily liked the baked ziti the best, but she also said the veal was very good. At dinner, we talked about school, mine and Emily's. Emily mentioned that she was good friends with Brenda Connor, which led to Mama talking about Mr. and Mrs. Connor being family. Frustrated and upset, Rachelle had finally taken to watching her through her bedroom window. One night, she saw Krysta go into the bathroom, and this is where Rachelles story really begins. She never expected to be so attracted to a bodily function such as pissing. Much less from another girl! But she made her way around the outside of the house to that port-hole window the first time all those months ago and now she was addicted, in a way. Rachelle was a bit ashamed of her fetish, but it. He began pushing the dildo deeper, plunging it and twirling it in and out of Carla’s quivering hole, pulling it out and using it to rub her clit. Carla began to whimper as she sucked feverishly at Bill’s cock, finally pulling it out and throwing her head back and screaming. “Oh my god, fuck me, please FUCK me!!” Bill was startled as I grabbed the dildo from him, but he eagerly went back to lapping with his tongue at Carla’s steaming cunt. I saw eager surprise in his eyes as he saw me begin to. By now we were at the end of the rocky outlay and he climbed onto the rocks as I stood off him admiring his naked buttocks and his balls swinging between his legs.I could still see my party on the beach, but he was on the point and out of view, we were isolated and he sat down in full view of me and started to masturbate, opening his legs wide and I watched fascinated as his balls smacked onto the hot stone where he sat.'Does that not hurt you', I asked him, genuinely inquisitive, as I knew a.