It started to rain again as he stood there pissing. The sky was almost continuous cloud banks. Out to sea, he could see sunbeams breaking through the ...currying sky. Very black and white, with the beams the only color.A burst of rain hit him. He watched the sea as he slowly pissed into the sand. Why couldn't he piss faster than this? It would come out slow as long as he was hard. At last the stream picked up speed. Ahh... The morning piss: One of life's more underrated pleasures.He was as wet as. "no one was asking you." Dad, I -" I am talking to your mother!" I turned to Diane. She was still stroking Ron's shaft, and I noticed she squeezed a little as she got just below the tip, making his giant cockhead red and swollen. A drip of pre-com oozed at the tip. "Well?" I asked. But she wasn't meeting my eyes; and I realized she was looking at my crotch.She grinned. "It looks like you were enjoying the show," she said teasingly, and I was thrown off guard by her comment."Never mind that," I. It seemed that the moment I tugged at his plaid boxers, his hard pole popped out and nearly poked me in the face. Malcolm laughed at me as I jumped back startled. His dick was as big as I had fantasized, measuring in at 9 1/2 inches, and pleasantly thick. It was lined with curly blonde pubic hair resting neatly at the base. I wondered if he shaved it to keep it that way. Go on, I know you wanna suck it, he enticed me, and try as I might to deny it, he was right. I wasnt completely sure what I. The dog is here so he is happy not being put in kennels.however he is getting under peoples feet.still its a funeral and some levitay is needed.im not a great one for being morbid.the fact that the dog pissed on the coffin got me howling but the rest werent too amused.stuffy old bastards.still thats nothing to do with my story.i was meeting some relatives i had rather not meet and a few i had more than a passing knowledge of.when i say passing knowledge i mean cardinal knowledge.well we were a.