"Please, Mom."Her response was to press her hand against my bladder. I understood, even at that young age, that she wanted me to piss in her mouth. Wh...t I didn't understand was why; what could she enjoy about drinking my piss? The idea didn't tempt me. I realized that it was not a question of taste, but more an example of sexual wickedness; she wanted it because it was so perverse. If everyone did it, she wouldn't have been interested. Quite the sexual animal, my Mom was, as I was learning, to. I killed them, not you." I knew where I was going with this, but I didn't expect how devastated I would feel when I actually put it in words. I had killed Elizabeth and I had caused Victoria's heartache. That one I could live with, because the alternative was that Victoria would have died. I liked Robert, but I would pick Victoria over him any day if I was forced to choose. And I was. I watched Megan's eyes and mouth open wide in horror, as she covered her mouth with her hand in distress. Then. "You have the wrong person! My name is Sandra. Sandra Lee--"She cried out as she felt the man's cock press roughly against her vulnerable pussy. "Pleeeease...! Please don't do--"She cried again, wriggling her body and 'clamping down' on her vagina in an effort to keep him out. But it was no use: he penetrated her with the aid of a well lubed condom and, working his shaft back and forth with increasing insertions, was soon pounding his full length deep into her.She continued to sob and beg. It did not take long for both of us to have our wishes come true. For I was as the beat of the waves crashing on the rocks. Looking at her face. That was one of the things I loved most about her.I dropped the towel behind her, holding either end in my hands, her head and neck resting in a sling that held her to me. With a gentle coaxing pull on the towel, her hunger was renewed. She opened her mouth and moved down, her hands reached behind to pull my ass toward her. Her head rocked slowly from.