Always before, if she couldn't get to a bathroom immediately, she would dribble, but that was it. Now she was drenching her panties, and it was runnin... down her thighs. Her son was watching, holding her hand tigbtly. He clung to her as if he wanted her to piss. She understood, now. She could see it in his eyes, see how erotic he felt because she was pissing in her panties. She remembered seeing on her bed, licking the crotch of her panties, stuffing them into his mouth. A tremor went through. She took a sip of champagne, her eyes never leaving me, and let a drop trickle down her lower lip. I watched it hover there in indecision for a moment, then it continued its journey down her chin, golden and shiny, dripped onto her chest and finally vanished in the cleft between her breasts.I shuddered with wanton desire, and she basked in my despair."You would love nothing more than lick up this drop, wouldn’t you?"I nodded, out of breath."That’s not going to happen soon. But I’ll let you get. More

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