As soon as she finished, people applauded and she stood up, dancing again around the jar holding her urine. She picked it up and showed it to all the ...eople, dancing around with it and slowly lifting it up as high as she could above her head.Very slowly she turned the spout towards her face, it must have been at least a foot above her mouth.She told the people watching her that if she spilled anything on her body, everyone who felt like it, could lick it of her body. She controlled the force ot. Mujhe bahut maza aa raha hai. Kaise lag raha hai apni sagi behan ko chod kar? Vicky sale ab tu behanchod ban gaya hai. Jor se chod mujhe, pel do apna lund mrei choot mein. Agar main maa bhi ban gayi to naam mere pati ka hi hoga kion ki do din mein meri shadi ho jaye gi aur main ek shahi khandan ki bahu ban jawun gi. Ek raj gharane ki bahu samajh kar chod dalo mujhe mere bhai. Aj meri choot teri ho chuki hai. Chod mujhe behanchod, chod dal mujhe, ”Vicky haanf raha tha aur apni gaand aage peechhe. I managed to get my pants around my waist barely as I grabbed my bookbag on the way to the front door.I exited the house like it was on fire and ran down the sidewalk, still trying to get my clothes straightened out. I knew that I couldn't go to the bus stop in my present condition, so I opted to ditch school and head to the park where I could get my shit together and get cleaned up.“I am sooo fucked!" I yelled to no one in a fit of panic. Ten minutes later, I arrived at the public bathrooms at. They pulled up to a large 1960's-style modernistic church located in a neighborhood that was built about the same time. Only about a third of the parking spaces were taken, most of them by luxury sedans.Ruthie noticed that everyone attending church was well-dressed. She also noticed that almost everyone around her were older white people. She looked to see if there were any young people at all, but she only saw a few couples in their 30's and 40's. She did not see anyone college-aged. Nor did.