“Oh, shitty, shit, shit, is that door locked?” I asked, already breathless.“It is, it is,” he said, grabbing my hips and driving in and out of...me. He started panting.“Are you, are you, are you sure?”“Yea… No.... I don’t know.”“Just, just, just hurry, Jerry,” I said.But he wasn’t going fast enough! In a quickie like this, I need it hard and fast. So, I started pumping my body back into him. I gritted my teeth and groaned. I looked at the mirror again, me with my knees bent, bouncing my body up. I was about to squat myself to pee when his hands were on my again, raising my dress, and then he kissed my thighs and he tried to get his tongue into my wet slit. "I said I need to pee. This isn't helping" Please let me watch," he begged. I love seeing a woman pee"OK," I said. Just give me some space.He backed off and I squatted down, back against a tree, hitching up my dress and looking him. He was starting intently at my pussy, unzipping his trousers to release his cock. I let the pee start. A skimpy bra and panties provided slight modesty to her gorgeously long and thin body.There were others here. Strange figures slid away into dark corners carefully watching her while they masturbated. She could hear them. Not all would hide. Some were friendly and would approach her. Others were dangerous.Andrea learned that she had something the other women here didn’t. It wasn’t just her gorgeous cock that kept slipping out of her panties. It was a sort of power that she had over the others. Then there came a really hot day in the neighborhood and I found myself alone at her house after giving her a ride home. The ride home had already been interesting. She was wearing a sexy little sun dress. I was not sure if she was making it ride up her leg but she kept brushing it back down in a sort of flirty, ‘Oh my goodness, I can’t believe that keeps happening,’ sort of way. We got to her house and I walk her to the door like a gentleman. “Thank you, Michael,” she said to me at the door..