I stopped outside a door and sat on the edge of a huge flower pot, with a tree in it, pulled my knickers down and released a torrent of urine into it....hen I finished I stood unwaveringly on my feet and attempted to pull my knickers back into place.He was standing behind me as I bent down, my little dress riding high on my bared buttocks, fully exposed to his view.He murmured something Portuguese and took his cock out as he said it. Clearly as a sixteen year-old girl, the sight of this coffee. How could she test it, could she maybe communicate with the ghost? Talk to her?Her best friend at school had been a ‘born-again-Christian’ who had never failed to take an opportunity to talk about her faith. According to her, ghosts existed, but were not what they claimed to be. They were ‘devil spirits’ masquerading as departed souls in order to deceive people away from Christ.Juliette grinned. She had actually heard her friends impassioned voice then, saying the words.“Jesus Christ the Hope. Both our cocks were clearly visible and we continued to pretend to be sleeping. Mother came in, placed the tea cups near the bed, stood looking at our cocks for sometime and then left quietly. Ravi had been watching her with half open eyes all the time and he told me that he saw pure animal lust on my mothers face. He also told me that had we got up and grabbed her then she would have given her body. We soon bathed, dressed and came out of the room. willingly and passionately. “Sorry Mother”, I. She lowers her body to my juicy hot and wet opening between my legs. I was embarrassed I didnt want her to go there, I felt like I had just peed on myself and the smell was different than it has been in the past. I tried to stop her, but she insisted on going down there. So I gave up on trying to stop her. She then used her free hand to spread my legs apart even more. As she does this, I can feel her tongue licking and kissing and her hot breath making me even wetter than before. I felt like I.