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I opened my eyes and squinted at the glowing numbers on the DVR. It was still dark, so I knew it wasn’t time to get up yet. “Don’t grab your glasses,” I thought to myself. If I grabbed my glasses to crystalize those fuzzy blobs then I would definitely be awake, and there would be no hope of getting back to sleep. It didn’t matter. I was up now. I rolled over and fumbled my hand across the side table to find a glass of water. When I had gone to bed the room felt like a sweltering jungle, but now in the middle of the night the air was a current of ice that caused my throat to crack and rasp with each breath. I found the glass and took a sip deep enough to lubricate my throat, but not so deep as to trigger the urge to empty my bladder. If that happened I would never manage to find my way back to sleep. “Too late,” a voice groaned inside my head. I immediately became aware of a pressure in my lower abdomen, subtle at first, but rising every moment. Knowing it would not subside; I slid my legs to the side of the bed until they got snagged a warm lump. “Sorry Diz,” I mumbled as the dog shot his head up and gave me a look. I carefully tucked my legs in to swing the rest of the way off the bed to avoid creating a scene. Diz was hard to muster, but once you did he would decide its playtime. teen I was in no mood for playtime. In fact, I wasn’t even prepared to leave the room. I grabbed for the empty Gatorade bottle and unscrewed the top. Sandra was fast asleep in the master bedroom; she had come down with a horrible case of the flu three days ago and I was staying as far away from her as possible. I relegated myself to staying in what was originally designed to be a guest bedroom, but in reality had become known as “Diz’s room.” I reached into the flap of my boxers, and felt for my cock. It felt warm in my icy hands. I snaked babe it out of my shorts and stuck it into the wide mouth of the bottle. Then, cumshot I let out a deep breath as my body began to relax. A wave of cozy relief washed over me as I felt a steady stream of piss pour out of me. A faint smell of ammonia rose up and gave me a dangerous masturbation feeling of taboo. Pissing in bottles was a bachelor’s game; a practice I hadn’t exercised in over three years since moving in with Sandra. But she had the bathroom on lockdown, and I didn’t want to disturb her, so I convinced myself that the bottle bathroom was as much a courtesy for her as it was a convenience for me. In a quick motion, his finger slides over her damp slit, teasing the skin and not delving into her needy slit. It was uncomfortable and she tried to pull away but babe she could not move a muscle. She thought she had blacked out as LaShaun’s cum shot down her throat only to come to as Matt’s throbbing cock unloaded inside her. Samantha heard his reaction. "I take it all is well here?" I had to laugh at the design, I never understood how you could put a cup of teen coffee on the top, which rendered the construction useless in my eyes. She felt her disappointment at the poor fight masturbation slip away and she could almost feel new life breathe into her limbs. They fucked and fucked and fucked….For next one day, there was fucking, eating and sleeping in that order. Everyone gathered in Frog Jump on a cold winter day to attend Al’s funeral. “Pretty girl like you shouldn’t sit alone.” One said, through a bushy beard. To be continued... She apologized and handed me a large bag that cumshot had lots of little bags inside it for chips to go with the sub sandwiches. The spell was momentarily broken and we both giggled as we sought a comfortable position. How do you like your bacon?” GIMME SOME SPUNK, MISTER!" she ordered as she frantically jerked and pulled the black pierced and studded log into her open mouth.