Gran was still lying there, with the flannel across her eyes. Once again, I could admire her breasts, and that enticing triangle between her thighs. T...e one thing, I couldnt do – was pee. *crickets* Well, there was nothing for it, but to fake it. I imagined myself peeing and went: Ahhhh – what a relief. I was about to burst. Youre right, it is much easier this way. I babbled on – trying to cover the fact, that there were no sounds coming from inside the toilet. Then I rose, pulled my shorts up,. But I need to relieve some pressure." Ooooo-kayyyy," she said in a sad little voice. "But hurry back." She slid off me. I got up, was standing, releasing a heavy, noisy stream when I felt her behind me.Giggle. "That's just neat." What?" Watching you pee. Never saw an adult do it before."I finished. Shook it dry. She shoved me aside. "I didn't know I needed to go so bad," she uttered as she lowered the seat and sat. While she was relieving herself I took the opportunity to wash my face, then I. Her outfit, knee-high leather boots, leather gloves, tight pants and corset were all black, the top of the corset struggling valiantly to contain the mountainous breasts that rode high and firm on Aliska’s chest. Her thick raven hair was held back from her face by a black leather band, her deep blue eyes were quick and alert as she tied a narrow black cloth around her face, the mask effectively covering her button nose and her graceful cheeks. The thin slits allowed her perfect vision despite. About a week later she gave me another one. When she came up to me shetried to kiss me and I turned away. She got real mad and said, "If youdon't kiss me you will never receive another one of these." Well Ikissed her and did not think it was that bad, as I tasted nothingstrange.Sherri wore lots of really long dresses and big white cotton panties. Ibegged her to wear something sexy. She told me, "Those garments aredesigned by men for their pleasure not my comfort."After a month of not one.