Chapter Twenty Eight
Saturday
Pleasant dreams forestall the desire to arise. Then it dawns that I had my girls fill their bladders before bedding so I roll out of bed and find my robe. I’m not sure whether its mercy in permitting a bathroom trip or curiosity to see whether they wet themselves but I stroll to the adjoining bedroom and find the floor has been spared. Yet there is quite the show offered.
Both in dire need, they squirm, frottaging each other. I imagine the warmth of the friction to be quite sensuous. Christy sees me and begins to beg.
“Please, Ma’am, I need to go. Muffin is pressing on me.”
Ironically it’s her state of semi erection that has most likely averted release. And clever Muffin, not wishing to be urinated upon, has intentionally kept Christy’s p***s in a piss
