The Margey Household - Book 7 - Sex Stories

The Margey Household - Book 7

... could just about follow the storyline with English translations.

They each went home, another kiss on the cheek from him, and they arranged to meet tomorrow at Mrs D's office at 10. That night, she dreamed about the two pee streams and imagined she was pulling back the foreskin while clamping her mouth over the erupting peehole. She woke up and went to the bathroom, put a hand mirror under her, and observed her peehole opening and closing as she thought about his mouth drinking her fluid.

Charlie was obviously already in her office when she arrived next morning. He came out 15mins later. With a huge smile from ear to ear and round the back too.

I can stay. They got me a placement in the French embassy. I'll reside with a French family, one of the lower-ranking diplomats. Apart from a few basic day to day tasks, I won't really need to learn Russian. C'est magnifique!!! And I've got you to help me as a guide.

And hugged her and kissed her passionately on the cheek. Then shrank back in horror.

Sorry, Deena. I hardly know you. That's not how we do things in Chicago.

Don't be sorry. I'm not averse to hugging and kissing. Us Russian girls like it a lot. I'm really looking forward to getting to know you. (Pee streams in head.)

And she hugged him close, pressing her boobs into him, and kissed him full and long on the lips. Stay there! Don't move, Uncle Sam!!

Presenting her written and verbal report was just a formality and she thanked Mrs D in Russian for her ...

... hard work in setting up the exchange scheme for her. (And for the opera and food tickets.) Just the fact her English was so fluent now and she could use it to pick up this hunk of a man was of great benefit to her.

Hey dude, how about we get some lunch. That same spot is calling to us. And tonight I'm going to cook you a celebration dinner but it won't be a French meal. No can do. Or Russian - too boring. We'll go to the shops together later and decide then on something.

This time they had a couple of pizza slices and chilled beers from a street vendor. They chatted and she started asking him about American phrases like 'take a leak' she could add to her passive vocabulary - not to use them herself necessarily but to understand when a native came out with them. She did not have pen and paper with her, but that evening she started what would become a large archive.

Again, they both needed to pee. She got bold and took his hand, and behind the bush took his cock out and directed him onto the turd that was still there. (He probably thought it was from a dog but weeks later she confessed what she'd done.)

They let him hang out for a while and he started stiffening; she hitched up her skirt and pulled up the skin at the top of her pussy and peed straight out front like she'd known how to do for a long time. (He noticed the no underwear, but he admitted weeks later that she hadn't been careful enough and he'd caught glimpses of her bald cootie.)

Thanks for the show, ...