The goal: to get all this built-up sexual frustration out of her system.The first bar she’d gone to had been mostly empty, and so Carlotta had sat a...d chatted to the bartender. He was short, a little bit dumpy - basically the exact opposite of her type.But she’d reminded herself that tonight wasn’t about finding true love, and so she’d turned up the charm - the young chef had giggled at all his jokes, batted her eyelids, and after enough time had passed that she didn’t feel like a slut for. ”He stopped halfway down the hall and turned back to where Colleen still sat at the table, with cum dripping from her face and tits. With his robe still open in front and his long, flaccid shaft dangling between his legs, he threw his hands on his hips again and said, “By the way, Colleen, you can clean yourself up, but until I leave for the office I expect you to be completely naked.” With another wicked grin on his face, he added, “You got that?”Colleen glanced up at Walt’s face, then dropped. They were more elongated than he had initially assumed, not really the same shape as a chicken egg, their shells leathery and flexible rather than rigid. They had been incubating in the fire ever since Isabelle had laid them a few weeks prior. She had kept them warm with her breath, tending the fire diligently while they waited for the eggs to hatch. Apparently, the time had come.Iden saw movement coming from one of the eggs, the shell shifting, like someone moving beneath a blanket. It didn’t. The other stuff seems ... dirty? Does that sound right?”“Yeah. I can’t put it into words easily. I just thought about it, you realize that we have never peed on each other outside of the shower except when I was doing the pregnancy tests. This just feels good and right.”“You know what else feels good and right?”Lynn looked into my eyes and pulled me down to kiss her and after a long tender French kiss, I dropped to my knees under the rain shower. I fluffed her strawberry patch to clean it of.