?Don’t you need to?? he asks.?Yes, Sir, but I also ?.? I blush.?Say it!??I need to take a crap, Sir!? My face must be beet-red.?Permission granted.?... just stare at him. He looks back calmly.?Did you think I’d allow a bitch to use my toilet? Now go. Like the bitch you are!?I crawl across the grass. When I glance back he is still sitting in his chair watching me. I squat careful to keep my hands on the ground like a bitch. But I can’t look at him watching me. I close my eyes. When I crawl back he. An incredible pressure was building at the base Sean's erection and the thick liquid surged up his jerking member and seemed to stall as it neared his highly excited gland. The liquid joy swirled deliciously around the tingling head and then jettisoned outward into Dianne's grateful, milking vagina. Sean squealed with joy as his third orgasm of the morning was unleashed."AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH .."Dianne suddenly felt the most incredible sensation grip her entire sex as the torrents of Sean's. ”I started to fuck her wildly and rubbed her clit simultaneously. My wife kept moaning, “Aaahhhhh.. Zubair fuck me harder, Aahhhhh.. aahhhh don’t stop it, Aaaahhhh.. keep rubbing, aaahhhh.. aahhhh.”She cried and screamed and her boobs were shaking up and down. It was then that I penetrated her to the hilt and we were nearing our climax.I was on top of her. I lifted both her legs and rested them on my shoulders. I fucked her hard and could feel her deepest vaginal end. She was dripping wet and I. She looked thoughtful for a Moment “15, no it had to have been 17 years ago now. My, it’s been such a long time.”Simpson looked pensive. “Yes, I think you’re right, dear. 17 years sounds about right. But you seem to want to say something to me. What’s on your mind, young man?”Paul was standing straight and tall. “Sir, I’d like to ask you about the situation 5 years ago. The situation where a corridor’s atmosphere was vented. My father died in that corridor.”Simpson didn’t look surprised or.