The alarm sounded and I got out of bed. Yawning I walked into theshower room that was next to my room. I stood by the toilet needing topee. I sighed a... I turned around and sat on the seat. Never again wouldI stand like other men and urinate. I would have to join the queue forthe limited number of cubicles that always seemed to be the case wereever you went. How many times had I stood waiting for a girl in a clubwhile she waited in line for the toilet? Now I would be subject tothat.I peed, wiped. The rest of that day and night was spent in an emotional turmoil. One minute furious at the audacity of the unknown suitor, the next drifting off into lurid sexual fantasy, the positive outcome of which was that later that evening, after a few glasses of wine and with the help of her hairbrush handle, she was able to achieve the orgasm she so desperately needed. She awoke on Saturday morning, calm, well rested and filled with resolve. She would go to the Mall to at least see what was waiting. You make your wish, blow out the candles, cut the cake, and resume talking at length with your family members.Elizabeth, or Lizzie as your aunt called her, is your mother. Five foot eight, dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a sweet smile, she had been a rock for you and your sister ever since your dad just up and left. The stress had packed on a couple of extra pounds, but she wears it where it counts, giving her a curvy figure that showed no matter what she wore. She wasn't exactly a prude, but. Jon broke off the kiss, pushed up against the bed and slipped his cock from my pussy. Robert took his place quickly, slid his large cock into my pussy, leaned forward, began to massage one of my ample breasts, and began a slow pumping rhythm. I felt a moan escape my lips as Robert fucked me, my clit was so swollen it ached. Jon was standing at the side of the bed, stroking his wet cock and watched Robert fuck me. "I've told you enough about her blow jobs, Jon, now's your chance to fuck her.