“Hey, where are we going?” Taisha inquired, as they drove through a neighborhood that seems a little more gentrified than they were accustomed to ...requenting. “It’s a place called Bastianelli’s. I read the reviews for it in the paper and it’s supposed to be really nice. I got a little side hustle going doing some house painting and I put a little money away for a special occasion and I thought I would treat you to a really nice dinner.” Taisha was humbled. She welled up with emotion; she. It did things to my psyche that nothing else could touch. I was utterly grounded, connected like a ball of rubber bands with every one touching every other at once. The power to eclipse buildings, to reach through the wall to the girl next door and embrace her soul as a thank-you. Maybe that would come across in the recording I was convinced she'd taken. I had no idea how long I stayed that way. Each contraction released a flood of hormones that enveloped me in deep-rooted warmth, radiating its. After about 15 seconds I just sitting she began to piss for about ten seconds, she was quite loud actually. She finished. But instead of wiping, she just stayed sat on the toilet . And she soon revealed why!After pissing, she sat there for about 30 seconds before she started to get going! Erin farted loudly, the sound echoed around the restroom. She then let out a tiny grunt before I heard a few plops and another fart. I could only imagine her relief! She was really going to town, it was just. Samantha happily parted her legs for me, allowing my hand even better access. Her eyes were staring intently at me again as my first finger brushed up against her swollen clit. She gently bit at her bottom lip to keep from moaning, but never broke her gaze from mine. My finger gently teased and massaged at her sensitive clit, causing her hips to involuntarily begin to move beneath her. I was enjoying the power that I now had over her. Slowly I began to press a finger between her wet tender.