But I tucked it in as best I could to keep it out of the toilet water. A feast for the eyes, nubile human flamingos. XXX They were quickly hushed to silence and I knew. Inside, I locked the door and looked around. Such sweet torture. But I tucked it in as best I could to keep it out of the toilet water. Shit. . . . . . . . … So I, too, could be heard. Plenty of blue, red, gold, purple – in streaks and high-lights and solids, and in multiple combinations. The former typically wore Bermuda shorts, slacks, or casual skirts. Nothing. My wet pussy was making distinct smacking and sloshing noises. They were quickly hushed to silence and I knew. Then someone laughed and it popped the tension — and released an avalanche of laughter.
