No one was in the kitchen and she slipped through the swinging door that led to the dining room, seeing on the table a pile of valuables that had been...taken from other rooms, including her jewelry case and purse. Outrage struck, as well as an obscene feeling of being violated. The person or persons who’d been robbing houses in the neighborhood was in her house, and they were being robbed. The only thing she could do was call the police, but to do that, she had to get out of the house. She. A small fly landed on my face and as I swatted it away,my hand brushed over my right breast. The sensationscombined with the ones in my premenstrual crotch regionand elicited a slight groan from my lips. I liked thefeeling and continued to stroke my breasts, moving myother hand up so each could pinch my nipples andmassage the firm handful of flesh beneath it. It was not long before my crotch was wet and a verystirring feeling was in my stomach. It was not an itch,but an uncomfortable sensation. "How are you feeling?" Not very good right now," I said. "When did you get home?" I got home around 11:30 last night," she said."11:30?" I said. I didn't hear you come in."I tried to wake you but you were dead to the world and you smelled so bad that I wasn't sure I wanted you to wake up," she said. Then after I had to clean up the mess you left in the bathroom I was sure I didn't want to wake you up." I guess I owe you one for that," I said.There was silence in the room for a few minutes. The. Suddenly the flow began and she sprayed a steady stream into the cup. Some splashed onto my hand but I loved it. As the cup filled she shut off the flow, I emptied the cup over the side, and then I held it back under her for more. She filled three and a half cups with her warm yellow liquid.I enjoyed watching her pee hole open and close on demand. Her clit was right above it and her vagina was right below it. Her pussy was the prettiest shade of pink that I could imagine. Occasionally I would.