She slipped me a business card. ‘Very good sir’, then, just so I could hear, she whispered, ‘Your wife is a lucky lady, give your lover an extra...roll, for me! If you and your wife ever want a three way, I’m based in your city, there’s my number, give me a call.’ She gave me a most wicked, sexy smile, and I was treated to the sight of her curvy hips and fantastic ass, as she made her way forward. I read her business card, Angela Drasek, nice name, and even nicer body. I filed the card away in my. “I was worried that it would be too much. I was thinking that I wanted to do something like that or even…” she trailed off again.“Or even what?” I asked.“Nothing, that would be too much. Let’s just do this.” She replied.“I will tell you more if you tell me more” I said.“I have just thought for a while that I want you to… pee on my tits.” She said shyly.“FUCK YES” I said with a huge grin. “I totally want to pee on your tits. I also want to lick you after you pee” She started grinning too. “And I. I picked up a bottle of perfume, my favourite Poison ?, and sprayed aliberal amount on my neck, wrists and under my skirt. The curtains werealready drawn so I dimmed the lights and stood up to greet my guest. Imoved into position where Peter would see me as soon as he came throughthe door but where I would be out of the sight line of the street andadjoining flats. A couple of minutes later there was a loud rap at my front door.'Fuck,' I thought, 'I told him to come in and lock the door after. ” I can’t remember much of them except that they involved girls, panties and swimsuits, and I’d wake up with my pyjama trousers and the bed sheets wet with sticky liquid. I guessed that this was the “spunk” or “jizz” that the boys at school who I knew masturbated talked about. I though of asking one of them to show me how to wank but I didn’t have the courage. I’d discovered that playing with my hard up penis was exquisite and spent ages in bed at night just lightly stroking my erect cock. One.