She loved it, she loved the feel of it in her mouth, its hardness, its heat, its smoothness and its sheer size. Everything was good about this cock. T...ere wasn’t a down side, not yet anyway, it was all up, so far. Matt was feeling left out of the proceedings as Jane sucked his cock. He could hardly reach her breasts, and her gorgeous arse was out of bounds for now. He looked at her and smiled as she sucked his cock with sheer delight written all over her face. He loved it when she looked up at. Yes she said . Should I get dressed I asked . No I like to look . Can I touch she asked shyly . Yes I said . She gently touched my hard cock and quickly removed her hand . Didn’t your husband let you touch his ? I asked. No we just kiss once or twice and then he put it in and soon it’s all over three or four pushes she said sadly and all over . It hurt sometimes . I’m sure it did I said . What you needed was foreplay . She looked quizzically . What is foreplay? What you just saw the couple. I was... turned on. After that day, I found myself searching for pissing videos of all kinds. Girls pissing in showers, girls pissing over toilets, girls pissing on floors over towels, and then girls pissing outside. The last one really hit a spot with me. I found myself searching for those videos the most often. It was so taboo, watching women piss in various spots outside. In the grass, on the sidewalk, down a set of stairs, down a slide. As I watched and watched, I could feel my pussy. The mug empty she placed it on the chair as well, she began to doze, the soporific effect of the water a joy, her hands straying to her sex, gently touching herself. The door opened, it was the lad, his dressing gown open, his morning stiffee prominent, on seeing her he blustered an apology, for intruding on his aunts privacy, which she said didn’t matter, and if he needed to pee to shut the door and come to her first. Shrugging he closed the door, turned to her and thanking her for being such.