My dad was a friend of Mr Weston, and they would get together for a few beers now and then, and occasionally I would see him and his wife outside of s...hool hours.I remember we shuffled into class as usual that day, a room full of teenage kids, with the scraping sounds of chairs being moved around, books being placed on desks, and the murmur of conversation, along with occasional giggles from around the room, as we waited for Mrs Weston to come in and start the lesson. My desk was in the second. He kissed her warmly.Richard cleared his throat. "We'll help you get the rest of your kit in."Finally, they were all in the drawing room where a portrait of Deborah now hung over the chimneypiece instead of Rachel. Richard gave everyone a glass of champagne and then looked expectantly at Ned. "I'll get my turn at the wedding," he smiled.Ned smiled back. He raised his glass. "To our very dearest Tig and Harry. May they live happily and lovingly ever after." Hear! Hear!" said the other three. Hmm, you taste good. I bet your piss is just as yummy as your cum. Come on, pee on your baby-sitter's little titties. Please. I'll even open my mouth, and you can make believe my face is the toilet. Please piss on me..."And with that, Eric blasted a hard, hot stream of piss straight into Donna's open face. "Arrg, in my mouth, my mouth..." Donna begged. And Eric grabbed his dick like a firehose and directed his hot piss right into her mouth. Donna swallowed hard trying to keep up with. One finger going a little between your lips and I touch your swollen clit. Your eyes are closed but expression on your face tells me you are enjoying it. A heavenly smile appears and my finger stimulates your clit and your breathing intensifies. You ask me to even faster. Your hand reaches for my hard dick and you start to rub it. You notice how erect it is and you slide a little down in the tub. I lower my body toward you and my dick slides between your legs. In one move I enter you and when.