Our small reunion party had wound down quickly thereafter, my three sisters being somewhat emotionally drained, and I worn out, with my pajamas already on owing to the necessity of a clothing change and a bit of a wash. All four of us were buzzed on wine, and had had long days either traveling or
Jason Fraser chewed his pencil nervously at the front of his school class, trying to concentrate. As usual, he was getting distracted by Mrs. Norman’s dressing. He could hardly hear any of the Math theories she was talking about. His eyes were completely and totally focused on her legs. They were long, slinky and almost
Zoe sat staring at the white haired woman sitting in the room with her. It was a Sunday afternoon and once again Zoe’s parents had dumped her off at her grandmother’s house while they went to visit some friends in the countryside. Usually Zoe would protest finding her Grandmothers small suburban house boring but lately
I suspected all along from several comments she’d made that Sally was into wetting her pants. We were alone today and I was imagining Sally’s faded jeans heather gray T-shirt and sneakers soaked in piss. We shot the breeze as we walked; talking about a recent news report on the lack of female restrooms came
When Angela spotted a fellow watersports fan among her workmates she was intrigued to know more. I slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom, desperate for a pee. As I stood naked in front of the bowl idly watching a the golden stream hit the water, Angela crept up behind me, reached round