But the biggest problem? It's hard to take a piss now. Well, I don't meanthat I can't take a piss - I can - it's just harder to direct the stream.With...the small size of my dick it's hard to hold it and direct thestream, and I kept getting piss all over my hand, or my dick might slipout of my fingers and spray on the floor, the wall, or my clothing. Sowhenever I have to piss now, I don't try to do it standing up, I justsquat down on the toilet and "let fly."I was surprised to get a phone call. " Send."Didn't what?" You know." Do I? I'm not sure. You need to say it."Damn her! Why was she torturing me? I didn't like this conversation.And yet, I couldn't seem to resist responding to her demand for ananswer."I didn't taste it." Taste what?"Crap! Was she really going to press this? In an email? I was tornbetween wanting to reply honestly, as she wanted me to, and fear ofsending out an email with that word in it, especially knowing the entirestring was available to help decipher. Prakash grunted softly, his head bent, watching in fascination as the married woman's buttocks creased wider and wider open and her juicy, tight cunt slid back up the length of his monstrous erection. Her cunt was fiery hot and sodden, and, as it convulsed on his throbbing penis, he was tempted to yield and thrust into her. He controlled himself with an effort. "Ohhh ma unhhh ohhh god you bastard ohhh yes!" Sheela Aunty gasped as she took more and more of his cock into her flesh. "God yes .... But, shell get her, she knew it. Shed finally moved her lips to meet Kats lower lips, and she looked up at kat who was nervously, but willingly looking down at her to meet her gaze. Cindy held her eye contact, opened her mouth, and stuck her tongue out, to lightly lick up and down her still unparted, but steaming hot and wet, pussy. She slowly teased around the edges, liking the insides of her thighs, up around her mound, and even down at the taint by her asshole, to which Kat bucked her hips.