She gasped, then whispered almost inaudibly: "Yes..." I moved to her front, spotting the familiar patch of pubic hair again, this time covered by a different, but still sheer see-through thong. "So go ahead," I said. "Do it." She swallowed hard. "I can't," she hissed, still squirming from Martina's finger inside her. I grinned, though she couldn't see me. "We won't let go until you do," I said, slapping her pelvis in affirmation. She sighed deeply, then let herself go. A thin stream of pee trickled through her panties and ran down her legs. I licked at some of it, tasting her harsh, salty taste. I enjoyed watching her wet herself, as it stained her pants when it hit the ground. I collected some of it in my hand and rubbed it on my tits, then stood up. She looked at me embarrassed, but glad the lobby was empty at the moment. I slapped her butt and helped Martina up. "Just something to remember us by," I whispered and kissed her gently, then walked out with my girlfriend by my side. We. Naked. Denice would get herself invited to her house and ask for help with applying to colleges and make calls and ask about their foreign language classes,etc. She would try to stay as late as possible and then she call home and I would make believe to be her dad on the phone and ask Mrs. C. if Denice could spend the night because there was a last minute family emergency that took us all out of town and wedidn't know what time we'd be able to get back into town to pick her up. Mrs. C., of course, agreed happily. We'd already been to her house for the dinner parties so we knew the lay of the land. So Denice snuck out of the house and around to the backyard after leaving the bathroom window open a bit and used some mirrors she left out in strategic places in the bathroom near the shower, they had a large bathroom, so she could aim a camera at the mirrors and hopefully get pictures of my dream woman in the buff. Well it all went according to plan. Accept we got parts of her body rather.
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