'Do you like that?' asked Selena huskily. She had twisted about slightly to ensure that she was now peeing directly into Suzanne's open hand. Droplets...of piss bounced into the air, catching the light from the corridor and glistening like dew drops for precious milliseconds before splattering down over the piss soaked cushion. 'God, yes,' whispered back Suzanne. She had never felt another woman's piss on her flesh. The sensation was literally almost orgasmic. 'Do you have any left for me?'. The jukebox called my name as I headed back to my friends. I paused to deposit a few bucks and pick out a couple of my favs. His hot breath on my ear as he leaned in behind me and whispered “you want to come back to my place?”. A familiar tingle shot between my legs. Before allowing the whispers of sanity to sink in I spoke a simple “yes”. He said he’d meet me outside in 20mins. Making my way back to my friends I wondered what I would tell them. We were all friends, my husband and I, along with. When I went to my mother, crying, telling her I thought I was sick, because I was bleeding she just pulled me into the bathroom, showed me where she kept ‘the things’ and left me to figure out the rest on my own. And of course I figured things out, but with every shushed word when I needed answers to my questions, I was taught that ‘female matters’ was something to be ashamed of…’ She paused and looked at me, and she seemed to hesitate shortly before she continued. ‘… you’ve got two daughters.. But sadly, since her I have no luck in finding a lovely old lady. That’s why I was absolutely delighted when you showed me your lovely cunt, I got an instant hard on. That’s my story, what’s yours?’Tricia, told him about her hubby and after he was impotent, how she found young men ideal in that she loved the sheer volume of spunk they could produce and how long they could stay hard for. ‘I am probably the first highly sexed granny you’ve met. But I must be honest with you Simon, I am.