Anything that could or would burn was added to the pile — a fallen limb or tree was gold, but old fences, broken furniture, one year even an old tum...ledown shed. And the higher the pile grew the more excited she became, counting down the days to Burn Night. There was always a second pile too, but this was different. It wasn’t the steepled stack of the bonfire, no. It was carefully arranged, sorted and stacked according to size and weight. This was the fuel pile, each piece to be added manually. “See, I told you Lisbet. He’s mine, and he knows it!”“Ugh!” Lisbet groaned again. “You are both impossible!”I shook my head at the constant teasing between the girls. We rode in silence back to the Sandbergs’ apartment. Pia fixed me a snack, and we sat in the kitchen while I ate.“What are your plans for the weekend?” I asked. “We can do whatever you want to do.”“We have to make love!”“Anything else?” I smirked.“Oh, I suppose we can take time to talk in between!”“Whatever you need,” I said with. I hope you enjoy. “Cynthia, you certainly enjoyed yourself tonight,” I said as we got back to our hotel room from the party. “You must have hardened every cock there tonight at least twice.” “It was fun. That crowd needs a little livening up,” Cynthia replied laughing, a bit tipsy from champagne. “Still, dancing a bit too close to your partners, smoldering glances with those eyes of yours, double entendre, being a bit too touchy-feely to pass off on casual party contact. You might have pushed. Don’t want 2 b easy with u so I push ur precum covered dildo in ur hole…u r moaning loudly ndI like ur voice. So I fuck u with dildo, pushing it inside u, ur hole is waiting nd accepts ur toy while my hand is stroking ur cock nd the other is fucking u fast…U scream fuck me good, but I am thirsty, want u feed me with ur juices so I order u to piss…need ur piss…want to taste ur piss…Ur cock is rock hard nd slimy of ur precum but u take my order nd with hell of an effort piss few drops of piss, I.