Bobby looked at me, eyes wide and confused. “Do it, Bobby,” I said, “Piss on me.”“What?” He asked, “Really?”“Stop fucking around and...come do it,” I fairly begged, “Piss on me.”Bobby stepped into the shower, his fingers still clamping his shaft. “Do it,” I growled, “Fucking piss all over me, Bobby.”He released his grip. I felt a warm splash on my chest. The warm flow continued heavy and fast. I looked up at him as the fluid started to run off my pussy. “On my face, Bobby,” I hissed, “Piss on my. I’m glad to call her my friend.”Sandra didn’t look at Brad, her pulse quickening as she guided his hand slightly higher on her leg.“Life has been a little rough for Jessica since the accident. I have to work fulltime now to make ends meet. She misses her dad and I miss him too, especially the closeness we shared.”“Would you please touch me?” she asked softly, guiding his hand under her short hem.“Are you sure?”“Yes, I haven’t been with a man since my husband died.”“In here?”“Yes, you wouldn’t. .. if ever. It isn't something I've given much thought to beyond thinking it sounds like kind of a gross thing to do.I started moving my lips up and down on his cock. While he stood nearby watching me work on Tank and waiting his turn, Rosey started sliding the head of his cock all around my face, leaving a trail of slime like a snail. I didn't know what that crap is. But it's disgusting. I notice I don't taste it, though. Tank's cock was nearly covered in that clear slime when he forced it. " The Indian'sbrow furrowed slightly in response. Donovan frowned and tapped hisstomach with his bound wrists. "I have to go..."The Indian stood and folded his arms, frustrated at his own inability tounderstand the young woman sitting upon the rock before him. AgainDonovan stood and pointed to the rear of his horse, then pointed toseveral large droppings laying in the dust.This put a smile on the Indian's face. He pointed toward the tall,swaying grass. With a laugh he lead Donovan toward it,.