About my kink? Or and I couldn't really believe this -- was she kinky like me?No, not the very proper and often prim ice queen. If I had not been snea...ing around for years, listening to her when she was in the bathroom, I might have supposed that she didn't even pee at all! Jean was the type who wouldn't say shit if she had a mouth full. If pressed, she might, in some clinical fashion, allude to micturition or to (ugh) urine but she'd never utter the word "piss." I imagined that she might. Various small planes and helicopters were used throughout the afternoon to keep tabs on the numbers that would attack the ranch. They had briefly considered attacking first at the park but discarded the idea for two reasons. First, there were too many homes around the park. There was too much chance of collateral damage. Second, it would be too hard to contain the Cartel soldiers at the park and many would escape. The ranch was isolated enough to eliminate any collateral damage and if they. We explored your minds, knowing the world through your eyes, adopting your culture, and perverting it to our sick and sadistic pleasures. You were not strong as a race. No, your traits were creative, vast and endless amusements for us to enjoy and appropriate.You pull down your jeans, revealing to me those delectable round orbs, so fatty and full, juicy and tender, ripe and ready for me to drive myself into. It's nearly dark as you wiggle on the seat, the beginnings of a trickle coming from. Why does she want to stop now?" I was thinking. she lifted her bra up and put my hands back. I rubbed her, now bare, breasts. I gently rubbed her nipples. She let out a slightly louder moan. I moved my left had down to her panties. I started to rub her pussy through her thong. It was suprisingly wet. I had never done anything even close to this to a girl, let alone Katie before. I must have been doing somthing right, because I could feel her body trembling. "Under the thong" she half said,.