Cupping her palm again in the stream, she lapped at it like a puppy dog, giggling and feeling very wicked.She was glad Billy enjoyed pissing. She was ...lad he pissed on her cunt and up her ass and into her mouth. She was glad he enjoyed letting her piss on him, and in his face. There was something intensely exciting about pissing and watching it splash into her son's face, or having him piss into her face. It was something she had fantasized for many years about, and now her son was making those. "I don't think I'm gay. I'd say that I'm obviously bi-sexual, but I don't know enough to know where the line is. Maybe I'm fifty-fifty, maybe I'm eighty-twenty, or maybe I'm actually one hundred percent heterosexual, with the sole exception of a certain Gretchen Long, with whom I'm one hundred percent submissive lesbian. Am I a submissive lesbian with any other woman? Who the hell knows? What I do know, is that I gave the reins to my friend and lover, and told her to help me find out. When I do. They worked down the road and then made the fences between the farms. They’ll let the farmers put in the interior fences where they want, later. Each farm now has a basic house, if you call four strong walls and a roof that. The outside walls are made from split logs and so is the roof. The farmers can make the interior walls and floors when they have more time. But each farm now has a basic place to sleep out of the weather. The firewood from the felled trees has been divided between all. Fend them off, or put another notch on his bedpost. Shushing off her thoughts, she didn’t care and was tired of deflecting her attraction to him. It felt like forever before the valet brought the SUV around. As he drove off into the direction of her house on habit, he reached over and started to run his hand up and down her thigh. Her breathing became raspy at his touch and heat exploded within her. Lucky for them, there was an available spot on the opposite side of the street where he was.