” “Really?”Rachel nodded. “Kate is too nice to me. She could never pee on me, believe me, I’ve tried.”“Wait, you want someone to pee on ...ou?”“No! Well yes, I don’t know,” Rachel blushed. “I do, sometimes. I don’t know about right now. I’m all twisted up waiting, but when I get really turned on I have this thing where I want to be made to some really messed up things. You know, stuff that normal me gets all squicked out about. I guess I need to be made to do something. Do you know at all what I. Actually I was ignoring them and was happy to see that they're were actually doing pretty good at being along in some kind of spontaneous innocent way. I considered leaving them alone but did not want to freak them out. So I spent time spying at my girlfriend wich at this time was getting very stupid overs ***'s beauty and probably making scenes in ger head after what I told her about him. Like I spammed her facebook this morning on the boy's phone saying precisely:"Hey vieille sorcière!Je suis. She grabbed my wood and wasted no time planting kisses on the head. She finally took the first couple of inches into her mouth, after that it was all downhill from there. After the first 31/2 inches entered her mouth I felt a pain I had only known as a preteen receiving my first blow job from a novice. “Shit hold up” I ordered abruptly. Lisa’s head game the other night was top notch what the fuck was this bullshit. She released my violated dick and stoodup.“What’s wrong Brandon” she questioned. “Damn Glenn!” I stepped up to him and held my wine glass to one side. I took another drag on my cigarette and, as I exhaled to one side, reached down with that hand and grabbed him. He let out a moan. I rubbed it. He closed his eyes and leaned back his head. Then he laid a hand on my shoulder and pushed down. I sank to my knees.And that’s how I came to be on my knees with this huge, hot, Italian cock in my hands. I looked up at him and his head was still back with his eyes shut. .