. and yet, you will not pee at all.”It’s then that Mrs. Perkins slid her long middle finger up into my rectum as she slowly twisted and revolved h...r finger up inside of me. I was starring directly at my penis and the pee-hole in particular and then at her and her amazing breasts. She then inserted a second finger and moved them to certain sensitive spot up inside of me.“Now just relax, baby-boy” she encouraged, “and allow your body to do what it feels that it needs to do.”The next few minutes. "You know, I was so confused to be doing a stranger, and not having you there, I can't remember let me check." And with that she slid off my knees to refresh her memory and refresh my dick at the same time. The way she assaulted my dick and the total commitment she had as we fucked, convinced me the next time I sent mom or Katy on a sex job, I wanted to have the other in bed when she comes back! Maybe, if I send the two of them to do somebody, how great could be the debrief?Well, the next. Please, Jim, you’ve got to promise me you’ll learn how to use this.”“Okay, I mean sure, I guess. So to me this was just Sid’s old camera, older than me even when I was a kid. I get it’s special but what’s so special–”“That I’m creaming my panties?”I chuckled. “Quite.”“Okay. If, and I mean if, but if you could get one of these, fully serviced and working, you wouldn’t have any change from fifteen hundred quid. And you’ve got one. And lenses. Jim? You, me, and this camera? You’re going to take. Most summers we would go there for a weekend, as would my wife's siblings with their wives. For a panty sniffer this was absolute heaven. I could look forward to my mother and sister's in law all changing clothes a few times each weekend, and leaving their dirty panties in their half unpacked overnight bags, or balled up on the ground to be cleaned later. I couldn't have asked for better panty access. After breakfast each morning, as everyone changed into their swim stuff and headed for the.