‘Right, sorry, forgot to warn you: it’s a mite bright.’ ‘Great,’ Miranda replied. Blinking back tears, she cast the beam of light about and ...rowned at what she saw. They were in a concrete hallway. No carpet on the floor, no pictures on the wall: just cold stone. ‘What is this place?’ Miranda asked. ‘Home,’ Grey replied as he began making his way down the corridor, bracing his hand against the wall, ‘or what passes for it for the last few years.’ Miranda looked aghast, ‘Years? You’ve spent. I admit, I love when a guy cums in me. While I never had a pregnancy fetish, I love that feeling. The pulsing, and knowing they are filling me up. I sometimes felt a leaking, but I always assumed that was just me.”“Nope, how to describe this. I was seeing the wetness, your liquids covering his cock and oozing out. But that was mostly clear, just a hint of color. Then right after he came, it was like the ring around where he was in you turned a milky white. And some even leaked out, running down. The cubicles were reasonably large, but still tight for two people. The toilet itself was a painted timber board that stretched from one side to the other. There was a hole cut out for the bowl in the middle. Emma lifted her dress and removed her panties. She stepped up onto the toilet and crouched, straddling the bowl. "I’m going to pee and I want to watch what you did all those years ago." "You want me to jerk off? It’s only been half an hour.” “I’m sure you’ll manage!" I was almost erect. I grabbed her by the hips and brought her a little closer to the edge of my bed. My bed isn't very tall, so I was on my knees with her legs up on my shoulders. I asked if she was ready and she nodded.I guided my cock to her pussy lips and she gasped. I paused for a moment and checked her face. Again, she nodded, and I pushed past her pussy lips and into her pussy. I went very slow, careful not to hurt her. She was squeezing her eyes tight, but nodded every time I stopped to make sure she was.