My mind racing with thought of her peeing while I wanked. She asked me what I was thinking about and I rather embarrassingly said I couldn't say. Whic... just made all the more eager to find out what was racing through my mind. Then I thought here's my chance I spurted it out. I'm imagining you on the toilet pissing while I wank over your breasts! The slight look of shock nearly had me shooting my load there and then. But to my surprise with a cheeky grin she admits she was bursting for a pee.. We moved slowly together, savoring our first coupling in four months, though I did have to prop myself on my hands due to the bump in Jessica’s belly. I certainly didn’t want to crush my son or daughter! Once again, I focused completely on Jessica’s pleasure, and only after she’d had a string of earth-shattering orgasms did I finally let myself go.“Thank you,” she said, as tears ran from her eyes.“Are you OK, Jess?” I asked.“These are tears of joy,” she sniffed. “I’m so happy right now. I. We want to go out west as were in New York but first we want to try it out and do a short weekend and end up at a nascar race in Dover Delaware . We end up parking in this huge field with coaches everywhere and barely enough room to set up the awning and open the pull outs but all goes well. Lots of drinking going on with all our neighbors the first night and we were tired and went back and crashed. The next day lots of walking and viewing venders we went back and start talking to our neighbors. Becki and Molly wore flesh-coloured leotards with miniscule black skirts and thigh-length boots; from a distance appeared to be topless. Gemma actually was topless – she carried Kit in a baby-sling between her bare breasts, with a short zip-up jacket to keep them warm. At the club door a butch door-woman was checking everyone in. She grappled one obvious T-girl between the legs, and told him to come back on Tuesday, which was trans-sexual night. Gemma was next in the queue and whispered "say.