As a coming home ritual from his business trips he would always do a gynecological examination, to check if I had been a good girl. That means I would...have to lay down on the kitchen table, spread legs and position them with the hollow of my knees over the backrests of two chairs. A light put into position.Lying on the table that evening, my husband could see right away that the juices excreting my pussy were not my own. I could tell by his look that he was angry but also curious. He went to. There is of course some antagonists they have to watch out for:Victoria: A by-the books cop who frequently runs into the girls when they are caught streaking or showing off their "goods" in public. Although she is beautiful-with black hair and C-cup breasts-she still finds no end to her frustration with the girls. Because of their antics, the local police station even has a special "nudie cell" she throws the girls in to teach them a lesson, one they never learn.Maxine of Max Exposure Palace. But i didn't want this moment to end, despite our close call. And just as my orgasm began to reach the point of no return, Cindee's arms and legs seized. Her breathing became ragged and then stopped completely. I could feel her abdominal muscles contracting repeatedly, her whole magnificent body jiggling and grinding and convulsing against me. Her face turned red and her eyes closed. And suddenly a strong jet of clear fluid arced out of her pee hole, squirting up into my pubic hair. It was hot. It was time.They say we nerds are clever plotters. Tonight I was going to prove them right. If what I'm thinking works out, let's just say that I'll be very happy.I went upstairs to take a quick shower.Afterwards I looked through clothes for something that would not provoke Julia. I was going to take a big risk tonight. Selecting clothes that would not upset her was the smart thing to do. It took me awhile, but I decided the least offensive clothes I had was my Notre Dame sweat suit. I put it.