We talked about inviting a girl over for my sexual pleasures. So she could watch while I got provided in my needs. But my wife was to insecure to actu...lly do it. To afraid that I would lose interest in her and fall in love with the girl that can give me what I wanted. I always told her that that would never be the case, because I love her. But she was just to insecure. So we just stopt thinking about it, well that’s what I thought.That’s the background for this story now can I start the actual. .'well...you know...he tried to take liberties with me....im not that kind of gurl..i have morals'[' what a stuck up priss, her bare legs curled up as she shivered on the bench seat. Briefly they came apart giving a glimpse up her soft thighs...'poor thing...come here and get warm' with an arm over her back you pulled her close....'better' 'yes mister you are so warm' she snuggled up but froze when your grip intensified...she gasped when noticing the zipper on your trousers was open and a bulge. Her blue pajama pants were wet and I asked what was wrong.She sniffled and said half crying, “ I just can’t throw up! I tried and I peed on myself. Dammit!”I rubbed her back and assured her it was ok. I said it was not a big deal and she could hop in for a nice hot shower. I pulled her pants down a little and she sniffled and helped me remove her pants. I could see a small wet spot on the bathmat she was standing on; she had drips of pee still on her inner thighs.She was now in only a tight. " she said as she peeled off her bikini, sat on my bed,and motioned for me to get my head between her legs.I had dreamed of this so many times, but not like, this. I gazed at herperfect mound and moist lips and I felt that now familiar pain in mygroin. I leaned in and her aroma was intoxicating and then I tasted her.This was my first time and I was entranced. The site, the smell, thetaste, and the textures I drank it all in and my lust was at an all timehigh. Which also meant my pain was at an.