What else do you think about when you play with yourself? Do you ever think about me?" "Sometimes... sometimes I think about you, Mom!" Bill blurted s...ddenly, blushing. "Oh please, do it harder! My cock's so stiff! I need to cum!" "Oh, you think about me, do you? Well, well, well. I guess I'll just have to give you more to think about from now on, won't I?" Gritting her teeth, Jill started to jack her son's cock as hard as she could. Her hand whipped frantically up and down his drooling,. Did I swallow my own piss ? He He, Im not tellin. I continue hosing down my body with my piss, nearly 2 minutes, mixing with all the thick junk already covering me. Becoming more of a slim, it begins to drip down my rib cage and belly, puddling on the concrete below. Kirk jumps from his chair, dropping his coffee cup and it shatters on the patio floor. Slapping his palm against his forehead, he let's out yet another “oh my fuckin god”.Finally calm, he speaks. “Matthew, how would you like to up. I answer, but tell them the party ended, and told them about the party. It seemed as if they were going to leave, which was cool with me- because I didn't really want to hang out with 2 flamboyant gay men...what the hell are we going to talk about? I don't care about which celebrities are currently dating.Then they pull out this fat blunt and ask if they can smoke before heading to the bar. Fuck it, I let them in. I smoke in the basement though, it's barely lit, with a record player and 1. I moan slightly as they become almost the size of dimes, and about a centimeter long. I reach up and begin to lightly pinch them, imagining when my boyfriend would suckle them and nip them in a loving way. I brought my breasts up to my mouth and began to run my tongue along my hard nipples, switching between them every 10 seconds or so. As I continued to massage my sensitive nips I could feel wetness between my legs. There it was, that recognizable feeling of being extremely wanting and.