She could feel pee running over her own feet, pooling under her. She could hear Kathleen swallowing, never stopping the exploration of her bottom. Fin...lly the flow began to reduce to a trickle, then a few last drops. At least she felt better, no longer like she was about to explode. She was still so excited though she decided to try risking something raunchier. Instead of standing up, she lowered herself down onto Kathleen’s face. She felt a tongue begin to slide up inside her, it felt. Dominque suspected her daughter was messing with her and knew damn well what she was getting at. “His cock, baby,” Dominque had a sudden urge to slip a finger onto her clit, but she resisted. “did you measure it, honey?” “Sure did,” Tamara said, “and I took a picture of it.” “Really?” “Wanna see?” Dominque felt her stomach tighten into a quick, hard knot, “What did you tell Greg?” “That you wanted to know how big his cock was?” Dominque stopped breathing for a second and felt the start. Jaha hamara seat no. Tha waha baju ki seat me ek kala sa mard baitha tha aur bako puri row khali thi hamare aage pichhe b koi nai tha maine ye dekha aur mai gita ko bichme bitha kar uske bajume baith gaya gita b ek anjane kale mard ke bajume baithne se thodi khush ti. Ab pic chalu hui to maine gita ko lip kiss karna chalu kia.karib dus mnt tk kiss karne ke Baad maine chain kholi to gita ne mera lund mere pant se bahar nikal dia aur wo mere lund ko apne hath se sehlane lagi thodi der baad wo. Then Sarah, my best friend, gave me a ride home. Sarah’s almost 17 and we were hanging out with some of her high school friends. Sarah was worried that something had happened, that I drank too much or that something was slipped in my drink. It was pretty odd that I felt so out of it after only two drinks, after all. I just couldn’t think of a way to explain to Dad though. How could I explain that I’d been drinking? He knew that I was hanging out with a lot of boys and he was already worried.