I went to walk past her and she reach out and grabbed my soft sticky penis and spreading her legs she guided me to stand in front of her while she pis...ed.“Don’t you have to go to?”“Yes, I sure do.”“Well go ahead. You can piss between my legs. The space should be big enough that a real man should be able to hit it. But just to make sure I will aim you.”This was something that I had never experienced. I had a beautiful, bald, nude woman holding my dick, sitting on a toilet pissing and inviting me. We exchanged rings and kissed, and then we were Mrs. and Mrs. Michael Carter Woods.We held the reception right there on the patio. After we'd greeted all the guests and the photographer had his turn with us, I pulled Rebecca aside. I was curious about the guest list."Sweetheart. How did Vincent get invited? You didn't have anything to do with that did you?" I knew she did, but I wanted to find out what she was thinking."Well, yes, I guess so. When I was using your computer to check out. I flip us over and sit up with her in my lap, taking in her natural beauty while my hand plays idly at the base of her neck. I make mental notes of all her features. Her button nose dusted with caramel freckles, rosy cheeks, the matching studs in her full, pink bottom lip, the cupids’ bow of the matching top lip, and her eyes. Such incredible treasures, swirling honey with tiny flecks of bright green that one could only see this close up. Full thick lashes that frame eyes so incredible, they. Harry didn't want any of it.One Thursday afternoon when a model didn't show up, Harry said that happenedmore often than you'd believe, I was left with four uninterrupted hours to workon cleaning out the boxes. I was trying to keep track of the stuff, puttingsimilar products in the same box and marking them. I had an idea that Harrymight be able to use some of this clothing on his models. He thought that was agood idea so I was clearly marking the boxes as I filled them so he could pickwhat he.