Eight. Seven.…”She grunted, and finally a small stream dribbled out from between her cunt lips. Because she wasn’t sitting and spreading her leg..., as she normally would on a toilet, there wasn’t much, and most of it dribbled on the carpet. I said nothing, just waiting. She spread her feet and squatted slightly. I adjusted the position of the glass.Finally, she was able to start a steady stream, gasping as she forced it from her bladder. When the glass was almost full, I said, “Stop!”It took a. Besides, I was also doing a bit of clean up for him, his cock and balls were so sweaty, I could tell he hadn't showered after work.Right away, the car's smell filled with a scent that drove me crazy, as smells always do for some reason. I almost felt drunk off the smells and tastes, mindlessly slurping his pulsing cock up, lapping up every last inch of him moaning and whimpering, and glancing my hungry eyes over at him to see him holding back his cum as best he can.I lifted his balls up, and. .." He winked exaggeratedly and the dark-haired young woman laughed aloud."Let's look at those pictures, Mark," she purred suggestively. They'd poured over the lewd color prints many, many times since they returned from Weatherly-Brooks Summer Camp for Boys. At first, Natalie had thought she would be repulsed or offended by the obscene, compromising shots of herself, but after she had gone over them all with her loving husband at her side, she had to admit that she became definitely aroused by. " I'm only doing what you want me to... remember?" I rinsed her off under the water. "You wanted to feel a man's hands on you. You got to. It's what you wanted." You said you were going to let me cum," she moaned."You didn't say you wanted that," I teased.She twisted in my grip, and finally faced me. Instead of talking, she reached up with her lips for a kiss. While our tongues dueled, she brought my hand to her pussy, and spread her legs. I entered her again, this time with more difficulty,.