And you? What’s under those jeans?” I undid my fly and pulled down the waist of my pants. I had black satin bikinis with ecru lace and tiny satin ...ows. Already my erection was trying to find a way out of my panties. “Very pretty,” he said giving my cock a soft stroke and making it twitch. We decided to meet at the same park, but at a less busy time. He said he had a cargo van he would bring with a mattress in the back. We agreed on two days from then and said our good-byes. The day of our. “I have to pee,” I said and hiked up my skirt, lifted my leg and put my foot on one side of the urinal, and pulled my panties to one side. The two men were stroking their cocks as they watched me start to pee. Part way through, the stream caught the edge of my panties and the pee dribbled down my leg. “Oh no!” I exclaimed, but I couldn’t stop, and the pee kept running down my leg, into my shoe, and onto the floor. “Oops” I said, kind of lamely.But the new fellow was so turned on by this that he. Glenda in particular was just all aglow with what her daughter was doing up there on stage and how the crowd seemed so enraptured with the girl’s singing. That enraptured feeling was even more enhanced by the night’s final song. That final performance involved all of the choir, and Jessie in particular, in a very special, but not totally unexpected, way.That final song of the night was introduced by Jessie and she happily revealed to the crowd that it had been written and arranged by Jock. ” She started to kiss me more vigorously and parted her lips. It was the only invitation I needed as my tongue ventured inside of her mouth and met hers beginning that beautiful tug-of-war the French were so smart to invent. I picked her up and put her on the counter. Overcome with need and want from being starved of love, I flipped her sundress over my head as she leaned back. My tongue slithered from clit to perineum and back again to her already throbbing clit. I tasted her on my.