“A scandal, how? Because you were engaged?”AnneMarie laughed brightly at this and told me her story. “Well, as I said, I had just turned eightee..., and my father brought home a family friend. My father runs a large butcher and sausage shop, and he brought Jonathan home a few days after my birthday. He was a banker we knew, and he astonished me. He was an older man, even older than your James, and his first wife had died years ago. Now he wanted to marry me, since I was of age, and had already. Finally we were on the couch and she was leaning on me some. I leaned in and kissed her then put my hand on her thigh and kissed her again. She wrapped her arm around me and we kissed deep and passionately. My cock was getting rock hard. When we pulled apart I was trying to hide my bulge. ‘You are a good kisser!’ she says. Then she rests her head on my shoulder and put her hand on my thigh. Meanwhile my cock is still hard but I try to ignore it. We sit close and cuddle for another hour and we. She looked down at the trimmed hair around her pussy and thought of Julies thick bush and Timmys almost bald young pubic area. Still looking down at her cunt she began to piss and wondered idly whether she need vitamins as her urine was clear and not at all yellow as it sometimes was.Her urine gushed out and then she looked up to see Timmy standing four feet from her wearing his pyjama bottoms. He looked sleepy but his eyes were fixed between her legs watching her pee splash down into the. We fucked till he came. And then, you guessed it....I went down to the lobby for more. My toy wasn't there...but I had his number...I went back up after my cigarette disappointed that I would have to tell me excited man that I didn't get fucked again. He was a little upset, well, dissappointed. He told me to look again. I shared with him I had his number and he told me to text him and have him come to the room....our fantasy already halfway completed...the final part was him watching and.