He pushed me down into a squatting position. Piss immediately came out of my sore pussy since I had not pissed for nearly a day. It was such a relief ...or my bladder and it warmed up the sore pussy of mine. I wanted to play with the golden stream of piss as it left my body to warm up my frozen naked body. However, my master held onto my wrist behind me.I tried to aim my piss around the area to melt more ice and it kind of worked, the thin-sheet of ice was beginning to melt. Despite that, my piss. Dad seemed to like her body against his.Pat looked and I could hear her almost inaudible chuckle. She whispered, "So far, so good." I went back to looking at the sky.We went back inside to the warm house. This house, unlike the first house Dad and I chose, didn't have Franklin stoves in the rooms. However there was a see-through fireplace connecting the kitchen and the living room. We could and had made a fire in that fireplace and found it warmed much of the house. We had a fire laid and only. Though sometimes I do feel compelled to read stories in the immoral categories, mainly to keep abreast of the depravity so I can speak out against it in an informed manner. Naturally, I write comments to those lost and troubled authors. Many times I email them as well, often recommending they contact a local mental health professional.I scanned the new stories and one looked intriguing. It was called Devotion and the description said "Prim wife lets loose." I clicked on it, took a gulp of wine. "Okay, I promise you I won't do that." Jason promised.Jason and Christine had been a couple for six years. Jason is 34 years old and Christine is ten years older than him. Jim was a straight white guy with a desire to see his wife with other men. Christine was half Filipino and half Italian. She was small, about 105lbs, 4'10" with short dark hair, a cute little nose, full lips, nice 34B tits, and a nicely trimmed pussy with just enough thick dark pubic hair. She looked to be at least fifteen.