And if I was going to write them down, I should probably have someone read them over first. I snorted, thinking of Sherri in the next room. Wasn't tha... one of the things I wanted from her?I pushed away from the computer, pulled out some paper, and started writing.An unknown time later, the sound of the toilet flushing disturbed me from my trance. My brain was wrapped around a particularly challenging clause, so I decided to finish it before going to check on Sherri. In the end, I didn't have. Like today, I won six Paying Uncles today dressed like this, showing off my titties and flashing my knickers and my arse.”“So, on a Friday night they go to your commune and get the pick?”“Yeah. A lot of them fuck our mothers too because on a Friday they’re like dressed to please, you know? Fetish stuff — tits and ass hanging out of fetish stuff and our men and boys dress the same, the guys get the choice of who they want to fuck, of course.”Father Michael could take no more. He bent over in his. I felt the mildly abrasive stubble of her shaven mound and tasted the delectable salt of her inner lips. She obliged me quickly with a squirt of absolutely delicious urine, and at its contact with my tongue, my prostate began fluttering. My whole being was in complete ecstasy as three more small squirts of her pee entered my mouth. I voraciously sucked it down, complete, blissful joy vibrating through me. A few more tiny drips were all she had to offer me. I savoured each precious yellow gift. . cough... I shouldn't climax and try to swallow... cough... at the same time."I climbed off of Abby. She sat up and I sat down on the mat beside her. I hugged her to my body and kissed her. "Um, Abby that was wonderful. You are really getting good at blow jobs." I have a way to go to get as good with my tongue as you." Abby reached down and played with my semi-erect cock. "Will, are you ready for the main event?"My cock reacted to Abby's hand. It stood straight up, hard as steel. "Would you.