Larry, like her, wasn’t one of the “beautiful people” and was delighted with her attentions. She spent the night and got the best fucks she’d ...ver had.The next time they got together she felt him release his yellow stream up inside her and surprisingly it gave her an orgasm. As he continued to fuck her he called her his “piss whore” and it turned her on even more.When he suggested a piss party for his friends with her as the star, calling herself “Miss Piss”, she couldn’t say no. It was a long. Am I wasting this body by not sharing it with a man?What did he mean by a "real man"? How do I find a real man? What would he do? Bend me over and fuck me till I scream his name? Is that a "real man"?I was rolling my nipples between my fingers as my orgasm was building. I had never been so turned on by just playing with my breasts.Was he a "real man"? How would he fuck me? Would he spank me? He was old enough to be my father. Why was I having such lustful and filthy thoughts about him?I was so. He walks in, just as Im putting the joint out. I give him a glance, and walk over to the urinal and yank out my dick. Letting it hang freely (I never held it) I cut loose a strong horse piss. Old fuck walks up beside me and starts checking me out. He comments “damm that's a lot of piss” I just say to him “ya, big dick, big piss” Old dude then says “You kinda got it all huh? Big feet, big dick, big piss. I bet you shoot big too huh “? I says “Oh ya, like a fuckin donkey” By now I was through. ”I felt his fingers moving between my crack. I spread my legs a little. I was unsure of what to expect but once again I was hard and feeling horny as hell. His finger began to probe my hole. It was already well Vaselined and slipped quite easily into the opening. I gasped.“And my finger started to enter your arse making you groan. Then I turned you round and as you lent against the shower wall I started to explore your hot arse with my tongue.”Johann went quiet for a moment. He withdrew his.