Watching Krysta's hot, dark stream made her feel like she had ever felt before, solo or otherwise. Krysta's piss was so dark because Krysta was still ...attling anorexia. She was dehydrated, skinny, and just Rachelle's type. The view of her ribs below her breasts paired with that liquid pouring from her pee-hole was making Rachelle's insides spasm and contract.Krysta finished her business and wiped herself clean with the paper next to her toilet with the pink fuzzy cover on it. Rachelle's fingers. He poked his head in first, finding a tiny landing with narrow steps that led up and down. Faint glimmerings of light filtered in through occasional chinks in the illfitting stones, and Mak could see that the dust on the steps was deep and undisturbed. He climbed through the opening, then reached back and carefully replaced the loose stones so that the wall once again seemed solid and unbroken.Climbing the dustchoked stair, Mak wondered who had planned this secret way and for what purpose.. It felt weird, and a little clumsy, but it felt good after going a few days without, and I got the feeling that I would get the hang of it in short order."That's it, see? You should be fine," Dad encouraged. "Do you squirt when you finish?"I was beyond being embarrassed at this point, so I just answered him. "A little. I didn't used to at all, but lately there's a small amount of semen." I was showing off my knowledge of the words that I learned in sex-ed."Not bad," he said. "I was probably 14. She could sense the power of his body all around her, every muscle tensing and straining and hoping for only one thing. She tensed her lips as she pulled back, making his cock jump and pop as it came free from her mouth. She rescued the warm key from her bra and slid it into the lock that was still warm and damp from her saliva.Ben moaned incoherently as blood rushed into his quivering cock. She gave him only seconds to become erect, before pulling aside her underwear and forcing herself down.