” We both giggled. Gina looked at me seriously, I knew the look well. “I like to pee.” I looked at her shocked. I had of course heard of this as...a fetish but never met anyone with that sort of fetish before. Thousands of questions ran through my head. “Do you like to pee or do you like peeing on someone? Do you like to get peed on?” The questions came out thick and fast, and I could see that Gina was glad that I was interested. She leaned forward and gave me a peck on the lips. “Okay so here. That, in combination with an amiable disposition, meant she was deemed a considerable catch in the marriage stakes. However she had so far spurned all suitors and that was causing one or two busybodies to speculate about her.Phyllendra was a plain girl and quite dour and taciturn but, on the rare occasions she did speak, I found her points to be salient and perceptive. She was seventeen and unmarried, and rated an unattractive proposition. Like me, she hadn’t yet found a settled career path,. Diana's eyes were burning with the hot lust that our all-out fucking had generated in a pussy that hadn't gotten any male attention in a long time. I loved it. It was as though Diana was discovering a woman in her like she'd been when she was a teenager.Before I could get Diana to move up on the bed and let me mount her the old-fashioned way and give her another hot fuck, she leaned forward and took the wet shaft of my cock in her hand and she gently but firmly began to stroke my dick from the. She fussed around while preparing a cup of coffee. He could tell it was one of those rich ‘dark roast’ coffees that always tasted burnt, to him.Sipping the coffee, Dexter sat back to study the room. The decor was understated. It spoke of money without boasting. The artwork hanging on the walls, basic meaningless abstracts, were originals, but not by any particularly famous artists. They gave color without a subject. Dexter studied the paintings thinking they accurately reflected the times: a.