Why, you’re here, wha? “Your egg and cheese bagel with a large O.J., your favorite,” was her matter of fact reply. He raises up on one elbow s...ying “here” indicating the juice. She hands him the cup and he takes a couple of gulps, so it’s not so full, and sets it on his nightstand. He then takes the small plate and balances it on his digital alarm clock. “So, what prompted this?” he inquires. ““Just wondering about desert.” Is her response with a slight smile on her lips and an intense. As her vagina began to get wet, she thought that she could just wet herself and no one would notice, She raised her head briefly and saw only a couple three hundred yards off to one side. It did not occur to her to look right behind her !!!Betty opened her legs a little and raised her bum just a fraction – and started to piss. First a drible squeezed through her crotch and then she spurted urine as hard as she could, feeling it jume 2 or 3 inches back from her cunt.“Why are you wetting. The two couples had a quick consultation, and soon, they got up and left the theater."Damn!" muttered the guy next to me. "I wanted to see more...that was hot shit." Yeah, I know," I whispered woefully. "Er, do you know what they were saying about a private room?" Oh, there's about 5 or 6 private rooms down the hall. They rent out for like twenty bucks an hour. There's a VCR and a couple of couches in 'em. I think most of 'em have gloryholes between 'em too. Hot stuff, but they don't rent to. He did as I said and I stripped down to nothing but my black lace bra that was holding back my 34 DDs and my already wet matching panties. He told me to lay down, so I did so. He laid down beside me and started kissing down my neck, moving to my 34 DDs and stopping on each one to suck on each nipple. After playing with each of my breasts, he continued down my body to my stomach, and finally made it to my soaking wet mound where he loved to be. His tounge is larger than normal, which is a great.