Main ne khood apnay patti ko khoosh karnay ke liay aor apni behan ki choot ki takleef kum karnay kay liay, apnay patti ka mota aor lohay kay rod jesa ...ana hua lund apnay haath may le kar pehlay usay ji bhar ke choosa aor slippery banaya. Jab us ke lund se pani niklnay laga aor phir wo khoob geela aor slippery ho gia to phir main uska lund apni behan ka moo khol kar us may day dia taakay wo bi usay choos choos kar slippery bana day. Us doraan main apni behan ki choot kay lips apni ungli say khol. She went nuts and started to lick and suck at my pee hole faster and faster moaning all the time to keep going keep peeing, she even started to push on my bladder to help me along. While all this was happening, I had not noticed that my nipples where like pencil erasers and extremely sensitive. As I brushed my hand across them to take Joyce's hand from by bladder a bolt of electricity shot through my body straight to my peehole, where another squirt escaped into her mouth.By now my pussy was on. Her black hair was piled underneath her hat. She wore a pair of mirrored sunglasses. She scratched her crotch and strode comically from the bathroom."What we have he-ah is a fail-uh to communicate," she said in a husky voice.I snickered. "What we have he-ah is someone who is too sexy to walk like George Jefferson."She pushed the glassed down her nose and peered at me. "Too much huh?" Yeah," I said. "Cops don't walk like that. Try it again with your back straight, shoulders square, and glance. I dried myself and walked into our bedroom, which was still warm from the day's sunshine. It faced south and was light and airy. The large window looked over fields and woodland, but it also had a great view of a few of the back gardens. I'd discarded my towel in the bathroom and allowed the warm breeze to gently caress my body. I'm not sure how long I stood there before I heard a door bang and, peering out the window, saw Warren leap the low fence that stood between our gardens, still wearing.