Sweet pussy juice, young sweet pussy juice, and all I could suck out fetish of her.That went on all day and about 9 in the evening Ryan decided that we were going out.Stand up I said to her, she stood and I pulled her panties down to her ankles, she stepped out of them.Fill my... Pee my whore-cunt with every piss drop of your spunk!If you and Patrick become good friends or hell lovers, then David will have a story about you two and how he put you guys together.and… Voonnn..and what…?His cum was already dripping from her chin onto her breasts, and then onto the deck.I Watersports hissed mentally, Don’t Pissing lie to me, little boy!If I ever see you near her again, I’ll kill you myself!No sire, it appears that the information was either deleted or blocked, in such a way that I cannot access it. The fetish words weren’t clear through her door but the tones were. Brandon had arrived home at some point and gone to his room. It seemed like the Pee time was going to be now.She opened the door and exited her room, strolling down the hallway. There was Watersports a brief glance in her direction followed by a double-take. Her body was mostly covered by a frilly French maid apron but under it she was wearing sheer white thigh high stockings, black stiletto heels, a pair of frilly white panties. On her head was a hat the matched the apron, and she had set her hair in a bun behind it. Other than the apron, she was topless, though she had ensured that the sash around the waist was cinched in tight to piss at least notionally preserve her modesty, the bodice part was wide enough to securely enclose her small chest. She lingered, posing in the hallway as Sam Pissing turned to face her, his eyebrows raised at the sight of her as she slowly prowled into the room and stood by the table, her hands demurely folded in front of her. Without waiting for any questions she scanned the group.The four men were seated around a makeshift card table, which was actually just a tabletop that apparently fit over the top of their normal dining table but had space you hold the chips as well as places for drinks so they didn’t sit on the playing surface. Sam, on her far right, she knew. Across from him on her near left was a red-headed man she could only describe as chubby. He seemed young and his skin, similarly pale to hers, didn’t look like it had seen much sun – if he was a colleague of Sam’s, he hadn’t been working in construction long. To his left was an olive-skinned man with short curly hair and a large friendly smile.