"What's up, Princess?" "Nothing" she snuggled up to me. I closed my eyes but the minute I did I felt soft lips on mine, and a hand on my chest. Shocke..., I grabbed hold of her shoulder and pushed her away from me. "Jesus, Cherie" I gasped. "What the hell are you doing?" I felt you get hard up against me when you were sleeping Dad. I thought I might be able to help" I stared at her and she gazed back at me solemnly. She meant it. "Cherie, oh Cherie," I said, taking her hands in mine as I sat up.. Still, he usually liked the girls he fucked. He thought they were doing him a good deed, and he didn’t think that he was doing them any evil. As long as they were both pleased and both unharmed, bringing guilt into it was ridiculous. And, if there was no guilt, then there was no taking.Gayle seemed to feel the same way. She was fond of him, and she was glad he was fond of her. Greg might, possibly, have given up other women for Gayle. Steve didn’t think that Gayle would ever give up other men. "Oh Amy!" She moans, and you feel her reaching out for you, grabbing foryour breast and squeezing it lustily. "Keep going!"You're painfully hard now, cock pulsing with pent-up excitement. You try notto think of the panties you're wearing, or how hot Melanie is, or Ellen inthe robe you caught her in all those weeks ago. You slide up the bed andkiss Melanie again, your arm at full stretch as you finger her."I want to do you," she says, and she moves quickly to your pyjama bottoms,her hand snaking. "Shit, I almost forgot!"I put the lid back, pulled my pants down and sat down on the seat.In front of me, I could see myself in the mirror on the door.My legs were slightly parted and I could see the lips between my legs wereslightly split open, revealing the pink inside of my new organ.I just let go and soon heart the urine splashing against the toilet bowl.After I finished, I was about to pull my pants back up, when I noticedsome urine still dripping from my vagina.I got a sheet of toilet.