For a minute there I was afraid Lynn had actually gone insane. She made some ungodly noises as she rapidly gulped down the stream of hot piss inundating her mouth and throat. When she'd drunk me dry, she crawled weakly on top of me and we lay under the table for nearly five minutes, neither of us saying a word.
(Incidentally, I've seen and sexed Lynn more than once since then, and we've never done that particular bit again, nor even mentioned it to each other. I know it was a onetime thing for me, done in a fit of lust, and I think it was for Lynn, too. In case you're wondering, no, I didn't regret it later. It was a spontaneous thing, a happening that hurt neither of us. To my way of thinking, life is for experiencing, and Lynn and I had a rare one -- but once was enough.)
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