.”“Even by accident? Say you’re in a public bathroom, pissing in a urinal, and a crazy kid comes running in, accidentally runs into your stream,...and you blast his snotty little face with your golden bladder juice. Fucking next thing you know, you’re in jail, getting shanked, getting your cheeks busted by a tatted-up Aryan Brotherhood gang member. Fuck...”“I’m using the stall from now on...”“Or did the piss originate from above? A balcony shooter. A roof shooter.”“The Oswald of Piss...”“A second. Reaching out to press the doorbell struggling while holding the flowers in the same hand, I jump back when the door suddenly opened. A lady rushes out of the house, running down the path. A second woman appears from inside which I recognise straight away.She shouts to the one running. “Don’t forget the... !” She noticed me standing there. It was my sister Jane. She just stood there staring at me, not knowing how to react.“Hi, Jane.”She ran at me, embracing me while squeezing me tight in her. That first night was a blur of cocks, mouthfuls of cum and an endless stream of cocks being shoved into my waiting cunt. A few hours later I had cum in my hair, on my face and some splattered on the front of the dress. My little cunt was gaping and I was leaking like hell. I don’t remember exactly (who would) but, I think that there were seven or eight that first night. Some of them did me twice. I’d been face-fucked a few times and, although sore, was glowing all over. I did know that Bill had. My prospective new employer expects me to keep sharp. I am told that there is a special meeting for the children today."Bob swung his head to look at the mechanoid, querulously. "Mother Narech? Did The Personalia have anything to do with this?"She looked him in the eye, then said, "Is that a fair question, Governor? I am a mere minion, and surely cannot be privy to what my manufacturers are up to?"Bob sighed. "I'll take that as a yes. Come in, Tom. I suspect some kind of publicity is.