I started to laugh.“Okay, I was out of line the other night. I don’t know what I was thinking. And, I apologize.”“Not accepted and I don’t b...lieve you anyway. Anything else?” I said.“Please, can you take a break or something?” she said. I stared at her.“Yeah, but I gotta work, so you better have whatever you have to say memorized, because all I got is about ten minutes,” I said. She nodded. I headed for the break room and she followed. I nodded to Mister Dunstan as we passed him. He was talking. I sighed and brought my hand to my mouth and licked the substance off of my fingers. It didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would. It was actually kind of tasty, it was a little sweet with some other strange - but good - tastes. I wasn’t sure what just happened, but that warm glowy feeling I had earlier became much, much more intense and the source came from the pure flower between my legs and, not near as much, the two little roses atop of the hills of my chest, ultimately replacing the sore. Yours are almost as bad where my pee has soaked into them.You kneel on top of me on the bench, pinning my arms down and kiss me ravenously on the lips. I can’t move, even if I wanted to, and suddenly I feel another burst of warm wetness over my crotch. For a moment I wonder if I’ve started again, but then I realise it is you, letting your own pee out, all that coca-cola going straight through you. As the sound of the departing train fades away, I can hear the sound of your pee dripping from our. Let me tell you all, this experience of mine is really descriptive and my advice is to all readers who don’t like long stories and directly like to come to the main topic of making out, then this is not the right story for you, probably you should to skip to the next one.I am Rushi, I stay in Nagpur, Maharashtra, I am a regular Indian lad with a height of 5’’11 with an athletic build, I regularly hit gym just to tone my body and I am fit and really active. This fortunate incident happened with.