She pulled my bow tie, leaving it loose around my neck, I undid my top button and sat watching as she removed her makeup. All done, she stood in front...of me.I stood to look at her; she smiled sweetly as I approached her, then stopped me as she unbuttoned my shirt. Looking into her eyes, I felt the passion we share. My shirt undone, she pushed it off my shoulders. I pulled her to me, my arms wrapped around her semi-naked body, kissing her, the intensity, the passion between us obvious.Her hands. I could have told her to shove it and walked out...but then I couldn't have Leah and I really wanted Leah. Did I want this too? She alternated from pressure to gentle massage then back to pressure. She pressed with one hand and then the other joined in at my split to fondle my urithera and urge the urine out of me. It was an excruciatingly delightful mix of pain and pleasure. I had to focus completely with my mind to make sure my bladder never gave in. Once again Skyler was using my own body. Or at you, as the case may be. I takes a specific kind of person, I guess, to experience this odd sensation. I know people who would choose a few words from their endless vocabulary of curses and tell them, in no kind terms, that they wish to be left alone. Not me. Then there’s people who blend into this kind of crowd. Genuinly nice. Also not me. Me, I’m out of place. Pretty much everywhere. And not many see this, simply because nobody really wants to think someone doesn’t have a place to fit. Though I am a widower, the relation with my in-laws continued. “How is your dad? Is he discharged from the hospital?” Though the erection subdued, it was bulgy inside my tight drawers and the dampness was there, I was shy rushed to my room for some casual wear. Mil followed me. I turned to take my pajama, noticed the white semen that I released on the floor Un evaporated due to the coolness of AC. I forgot to wipe before opening the door. MIL also noticed it and eyed my bulgy front. “Oh, that.