Her shirt was pushed up higher to reveal more of her nice flat stomach. Men and women fought to lick and drink off of her. Other people kissed her and...made out with her. She liked it. People in the large crowd undid her shorts and started feeling her up. Booze spilled down soaking her panties and shorts. Other drinks were deliberately poured on her tight little crotch. Her top was also stretched up by many hands exposing her breasts. Somehow persons unknown had unclasped and pulled off her. I suppose I couldn’t blame them, it was a show any teenager could enjoy.Watching Mrs. Walson gather together her cleaning supplies, I knew the show was ending, but continued to watch as long as possible. I followed her across the living room until she disappeared from sight before I noticed, because of the wide angle view through the binoculars, her bedroom curtains were not tightly drawn together. I adjusted the view of the binoculars bringing her bedroom window into closer view and waited. He led me down to the river bank, he stretched out on his back, smiling up at me. I didn’t need to be told what to do next, I squatted over him, felt that squeezing urge to pee, and I let go. My golden piss gushed out in a shower, I looked down, saw my yellow streams pouring out of me, splattering against his skin. His face wore an expression of pure bliss, and I directed my pissing as best I could, spraying it over of much as his body as I could, my cunt was starting to boil again, once. So one day, my boss lady and I went in to start cleaning up the dust and move the stock around. The room once was a security room, and so it had one key, the one we had. Now the boss lady, name is Ashley was not the typical hot chick there, more like a nice looking redneck. She was skinny as hell, hair was brown but always a mess, and she just wore simple clothes. On the scale she was 5 maybe a 6, but she was in my number range. We could talk and talk, and I half joked with her that we could.