Before long she closed her eyes, arched her back and reached her first ever orgasm.The experience stayed with her for weeks. She could barely look at ...er dad without thinking about his cock and the spurting of his spunk she had seen.A couple of weeks later after school she got home and no-one was about, then the phone rang. It was her best friend Lucy wanting a chat about the latest topic of conversation i.e. sex, since Lucy had confided she had recently lost her virginity. After a few minutes. She slid her small white hands over his chest, feeling his smooth, tan skin and muscular stomach. He stared at her hungrily, being able to resist no longer. He pulled her to him, leaning down far to kiss her mouth. She stood on her tip toes and craned her neck to kiss him back. If she was flat footed, the top of her head barely brushed his shoulder. He let his large, calloused hands run over the soft skin of her back. He squeezed her cute little ass, and felt his way up till he slipped a hand. I could no longer see her face, but I could still envision the self-satisfied look on it as she began to piss in the mouth that had just served her so selflessly. There are no words that can adequately describe what it feels like to serve as a toilet to another person. If you let it get to you it can crush you. I let it get to me because I wanted it to, and as I drank her piss, I began to cry quietly. I drank it and swallowed it like she was pissing on my soul, and I wallowed in the feeling of. She knows her daughter isn't seated there in the second row, by a table all to herself. Although Kirsten has supported her mother's career with more selflessness and love than Lynn ever managed towards her daughter, there are too many miles and too many optically challenged patients between them for her to celebrate her mother's good fortune at earning a short residency at the world's most celebrated jazz venue. It is a woman, though, a white one as well and the same one who sat in the same.