No, I did not.“You didn’t?”Nope.“Oh, well then, our lists are definitely different.”Again with the lists?“Yeah, yours starts with Where ar... we?,” she answers. “Mine is How did we get here?.”How we got here is pretty obvious.“We swam?”I don’t swim, remember?“Right...”Either one of those sirens brought us here, wherever here is or we were transported by magic.“Or both of them brought us here.”Didn’t I just say that?“No, you said one of them brought us here.”Same thing... “Not really...”Whatever.. I put it down to a my feeleings of disgust. Fast forward to May of this year and more and more of my porn searches were pee related. Then one night after a wed been out for a friends birthday we got back home and ducked and wanked each other silly. But no doubt to the booze I was struggling to cum. My wife told me to touch myself while she pulled and pinched my nipples nipples and talked dirty to me, this usally does the trick. My mind racing with thought of her peeing while I wanked. She asked. We had an enjoyable lunch before Chloe and I departed back to London. Chloe asked me to drop her off at her flat as she had a report for work to complete for Monday. I got home about 4 p.m. and as I walked in I heard the beep of my answerphone, alerting me to an awaiting message. It was from Vicky, my step-sister, and she sounded upset. She wanted me to call her, so I did. “Hey Vic, you OK?”“Where have you been, I phoned last night.”“Sorry, I was down at Chloe’s parents. Are you OK, you didn’t. ??Take it,? Delilah ordered. ?It’s not my money, it’s my boyfriend’s.??I can’t take two thousand dollars! That’s not a tip, that’s -- ??Take it.? She ordered. ?I insist. I get wet when I use my man’s money that way.?Brad shut his eyes tight. He realized he had jumped the gun – they weren’t over at all. They were just getting started. He heard the familiar sounds again, kissing, moaning, and then fucking. This time, Jackson lasted 30 more minutes.**Brad fell asleep in the closet but awoke with a.