DreamWeaverChapter 17
I felt Mel stir and then the two of us needed to go to the bathroom. I followed her in and watched her perch on the toilet cutely, peeing forcefully into the bowl while I waited my turn. She wiped, and then got up, lifting the seat out of courtesy. That impressed me. Most women I’d known wouldn’t have thought of that. She moved to the sink and washed her hands while I pissed. I took a bit of toilet paper and wiped the last drop from the head before I flushed our combined urine and went to...