Now, Gran showers every day, but only bathes once a week. And they were two-hour affairs. And I finally came up with a scheme. Looking back, I still c...inge at how lame my idea was. But what did I know – I was still youngndumb. Timing was the key – too early, and shed see through my ruse. But if I waited too long, she would just tell me to wait a minute and get out of the bath. I settled on half an hour. Grandma? I called from outside the bathroom-door. Yes? I need to pee – real bad! For. 2 - The HandcartIt was still dark when Max woke from his exhausted sleep. The ground was shaking. At first Max was not sure whether his senses were playing tricks on him. The shaking subsided anyway. He sat up.Nothing in his thirty-two years had prepared Max for the next violent jolts of the ground. The handcart shook wildly, and the beams of the shed groaned as the structure was contorted under the power of the tremors. In his panic Max screamed and he heard echoing screams from the nearby. “Also,” she began, following me into the kitchen. “I need my dress fixed before tonight. It looks to much like Daphne’s and I don’t want to look like Daphne. I want to not only be the prettiest girl at the ball, which I alway am, but I also want to have the best dress.” Ashleigh was not lying for the most part. She was very beautiful and men seemed to love her. She had long brown hair that curled slightly and reached the middle of her back. She had bright green eyes and fit well with her olive. Tell me more!" One hand holding your hair, the other on your neck, I feel my cock as it bulges down your beautiful throat. I look down and see you have three fingers going in and out of your cunt. I feel your scream as you cum, and fuck your throat faster. I shoot a thick load of cum down your throat, then pull out. You cough a bit. You look up at me with tears in your eyes and a smile on your lips. My cock still semi-hard, curved over strings of your saliva covering it, but we both see my.