She snuck out of the computer room to the front door, and opened it slightly, covering her still-bare tits with one arm. Laura yelped in pain. Is that how men use them?”
Laura knew she had to be truthful. Erica looked up at Laura, pleading with her eyes. The chain was too short. The orgasm from abusing Erica had been amazing, and she felt deeply grateful to her girlfriend. She pulled up near to the supermarket, and Laura scurried out of the alleyway where she had been hiding, her skirt visibly wet with piss and piss-streaks running down her legs. She made a quiet little moan, and then started to piss into her panties. The alternative was too awful. She remembered the feeling of Erica’s tears against her pussy, and how good it had been, and it prompted her to step forward and guide Erica’s face to rest against her twat.
