She just pouts. Perfect, now I’m winning. I lower my head slightly towards her and lessen my expression to more of a gentle guidance. “Let me hel... you.” And with that I let my own build-up release. A powerful stream ejects from my penis and hits her right between her perfect breasts. I have always loved her jugs; they’re nice and round C-cups and her nipples are pretty and pink. We playfully named her tits Goldi and Locks long ago. As soon as my piss hits her, she gasps and raises her. The edges were covered in a two inch gold trim and it had a gold tie belt around the waistband. The right hand side was split from the bottom of the dress to about three inches from the waist. Because of the backless part of the toga dress, she wouldn’t be able to wear a bra with it and it was made of Egyptian cotton and super soft. I also bought her a pair of shoes that had tie strings that almost went up to her knees. These shoes would go perfectly with the toga dress. She loved the dress. . No, pick anything,” Mark said in a gasp as he ran up the stairs two at a time. Then he slowed down a bit, deciding he had to pace himself. “It’s not the tumbler pattern. It’s the order of the zones that’s important. Emily! Aggie! Aggie, can you call out the carriage numbers as the doors open? And Emily, can you record them? The floor numbers too if you want Aggie; but it’s the carriage numbers that are critical.”“Sure, Mark. I can do that,” replied Aggie.“Sounds like a very good idea,” added. Ugh… too…. Ahhhh!”My eyes blurred with tears. It was the utmost perfect, blissful act of love I’d ever experienced. He rolled off me and pulled me to his side. My head fit nicely snuggled under his shoulder. I slept, without nightmare, cuddled next to my husband. Safe once again in his arms.When I woke I decided it was time to tell my “best friend” what I’d done. “Better get it over with.” I reasoned with myself. I called her and asked her to meet me later that day. We chose a shopping center.