She came in holding her crotch. "You can't see anything can you?" she asked. "Oh no.", I replied. I could just see enough of the toilet to see ... her slide her white cotton cheerleader pants down to the floor. I was stunned that I had such a great view because I was able to see a perfectly shaved pussy about to pee only three feet from me. My cock began to stiffen. Without thinking I grabbed it and slid my hand up and down its length. It was getting harder by. One of them went on to some minor success in mixed martial arts, which means that he got his ass handed to him by somebody who achieved slightly MORE success in MMA.Guy called me a pussy. I’m a Louisiana country boy and I ain’t a pussy.I looked at my partner, a LADY whom I was bent on protecting when this turd walked up and made remarks to her.She looked like steel.“You okay?” I asked her.“I’m fine ... You? That your blood?”I looked down. Blood from my side all the way down my left pants leg.. Yes, this should work. I will do it like that."I, however, was very much against this."Look, I know I am quite the junior partner here, age not withstanding. But to me, just popping off more islands would dilute the appeal of our original creation. With time being what you chaps made it, there will be lots of time spans, 288 I think, each day. So there really is no need to go overboard. Unless, of course, Wilbur, if you really would like to have an island all of your own. But wouldn't it be. .. and just keep on popping... if she wanted to... there's been no stopping her! Then, there had been the experiments with swapping... And, since we've been doing the swinging thing... joining up with the club... and all... she can't get enough fucking... and that's just the way I like it!His wife began to gasp, her breath coming in short, jerky pantings. "Faster! Deeper!" she demanded.Kneeling above her, then, Harry began to thrust it in and out of her demanding cunt with more force, pushing.