hand girlfriend. Anya got up, slightly holding her pussy with her hand (especially since Lisa was closing it from everyone), and the girls headed for the exit.

Anya lived not far from the bus stop, only in some three to five minutes walk.

The bus drove off, and the girls, holding hands, began to walk in slow steps.

Suddenly, Anya stopped, and Liza followed her; she looked questioningly at her friend. That, through a grimace of pain from a stretched bladder, said: - Let's buy some more, eh? ..

- No, An, perhaps, let's first get to the house, - then thought, and added: - Yes, and I, nevertheless, are too tired today.

- Well ... as you know! However, at home we still have tea, if we haven’t been described earlier ... Hee hee hee!

The girls, periodically squeezing the legs and clutching at the crotch, reached the entrance to Ani. They climbed to the fourth floor, and while Anya opened the door, Lisa danced alongside, clutching the pussy with both hands. Anya either searched for the keys for a long time, or she herself wanted to use the toilet so much that she got entangled in her own purse. Lisa at this time and wanted to sit right here and pee. (Especially for eroticspace.info — sexitails.org) Let the sweet trick go without removing the pants, and without stopping to write, write, write! ..

Finally, Anya opened the door, after which they both rushed into the apartment with a bullet, but, finding themselves at the door of the toilet, they suddenly stopped. The girls looked at each other, and Anya, smiling, in a languid voice, said:

- Well, fox, copy, or will we still suffer?

Lisa also tried to smile through the pain, and at that moment Anna embraced her. Girlfriends knelt down and froze in this position.

“Annie, sorry, I can't stand it any longer,” said Lisa, after which she relaxed. A tight stream spat out of her and immediately met an obstacle in the form of jeans. Part of the jet ricocheted back into Lizka's pussy, and she moaned with pleasure.

- Aah! ... Yes ... I am writing ... Anechka ... I am writing!

Anya put her hand between Liza's legs, and felt a powerful stream, making her way through thick jeans. She pressed her to the lysine squeak, so that the trickle began to caress her lips and clit even more. Lisa wrote and wrote everything, the stream was really colossal; Finally, Anya could not stand it and also began to urinate through thin white panties.

For a while the girls stood silently, embracing, and in this silence one could clearly hear hissing of urine, making its way through lysine jeans, and the sounds of an animated trickle striking linoleum in the corridor.

- Anh, I write ... I write like a little! ... - Lisa began to whimper

- Write, Liz, write, I also write - Anna whispered to her, and slowly stroked the blond hair of the girl.

It seemed that this scene went on for ages - as the girls wanted to use the toilet. Poor Liza, in the morning did not have time to go to pee, as she was late for lectures. She remembered that she did not jump into the toilet at the very moment when she was taking the bus to the institute. And there she almost never wrote, as shy public toilets. She had gone from her school, where, in order to combat smoking, there were no doors in the closets in the latrines, and in some places there were not even these partitions.

Anya got relieved in the morning, but at the institute she drank a lot of water, ate soup in the dining room, and after classes went for a walk, where she drank a half liter of juice.

Finally, the girls finished writing. Liza, as usual, began to pretend to be small again and whispered all sorts of nonsense in her ear. Anya stroked Lisa through her hair, then moved to her shoulders and back. Lisa answered her in return. They slightly rubbed each other's pussy, then they kissed on the lips - very lightly, without a tongue, almost a friendly kiss, after which they got up and went to change clothes.

Lisa soaked through her dark blue jeans, while Anya, in addition to her panties, got wet skirt.

Girlfriends rinsed in the shower, after which Anya threw a dressing gown over her naked body, and another gave Lisa.Suddenly, the girl remembered what her friend had told her at the bus stop then:

- Listen, Anh, what did you want to show me wanted such an interesting thing?

Anka flashed a light in her eyes, a playful smile appeared on her face and she said:

- Come on, I'll show you now!

She sat on the bin-bag - a huge soft chair, standing in front of the computer, and Lisa sat down beside him. Then, Anya turned on the computer.

At first, Lisa thought that her friend had found some especially outstanding video with writing, or maybe even a high-quality flash toy.

But when the computer was loaded, she opened the browser and typed in the address omorashi. org. A forum in English appeared on the screen with a rather large number of messages.

- Look! How many, it turns out, like the same thing as us! ... There are both girls and guys here.

Anya gave Lisa a little to look through the forum, but the initial emotions of delight faded out quite quickly:

- Yeah, funny. It will be necessary to read, maybe even write something. Only it’s bad that it’s all in English ... Why is there nothing like that in Russian?

To which Anya replied:

- Actually, there is a similar forum in Russian. But he recently opened and there are very few people. Look

Anya typed with her little fingers address: www. omorashi. ru

The page did not look as impressive as a foreign forum, but everything was in Russian. Lisa looked a bit, read the topics, and said:

- Yes, indeed, a bit deserted ... Pity, a good idea. By the way, what is the "rip"?

- Omorasi, if you read according to the rules of Polivanov ... Have you ever, Liz, been watching anime for a long time?

Making a smart look, Anya began to tell:

“Omorasi is a Japanese term meaning what we like ... well ... that is, tolerate in a small way and urinate in panties.” But why am I telling? - Anya spread her hands - right there is an article about it.

And suddenly, Lisa got a thought. She saw the "Stories" section, and hovering the cursor over it, said:

“What if we write our story here, eh?” Suddenly it will attract more visitors to the forum?

- Yes, I also thought about it, but I don’t know how to write beautifully at all.

- I, frankly, also not really ... - Lisa admitted, - I must give the link to Nastya, maybe something will work out for her.

Lisa thought a little more and said:

- And not only our today's history! We had a lot of things with you, and even without you I had ... - said Liza a little embarrassed, after which she added:

- And I, and we with Nastya. Since my childhood, my little sister and I love to write, do not forget.

“Yes, I remember, I remember,” Anya replied, “a pervert little one, and in fact taught me how to do it.”

Anya patted her friend on the head, then kissed her on the cheek.

- Okay, you sit for a while, read it, and I'll go and make tea. Or do you think that we have described a little today?