If you’re gay, be gay. It’s what makes you happy and ... well, gay,” my wife playfully asked Devin about grandchildren, while keeping it fairly ...ighthearted.“Sheriff Mervyn Spancill. Don’t ask me how he got that name. Ever since the Dubliners recorded that song, he’s had nothing but grief about it. A very Irish name for a Southern black peace officer. Granted, there aren’t that many black Southern sheriffs around at all, let alone openly gay ones, but he’s one of that rare breed. It’s like that. Mandy then commented that as it had been hours since we left, and that she had had three or four beer that she had that part down pat but that she wasn’t sure if she could pee in a sexual situation. Mark said that he hadn’t ever thought of peeing as even remotely sexual, but that all of a sudden he was considering it in a new light. He then asked “do either of you have to pee?” We we both nodded, because, just like Mandy, it had been many hours, and many beer, Mark continued “would you show. She had a triangle patch of hair on her mound that was pointing down and the rest was bare. Once her panties were down far enough she just sat a peed while I was still on my knees in front of her. She let out a sigh of relief. She was so pleased to be emptying her bladder. As I sat there looking at her pussy Stormy started talking about Spike and how much she hated him. Soon she told me that she was done and that I needed to wipe her pussy. She was really controlling too. I could only take. “Hello to you, slut,” I returned. She had done nothing to clean the sweat, spit, or cum from herself.Taking no offense, she continued. “Thanks for that. Thanks for getting me out of myself. It felt so…so…” “Good?” I offered.“Yeah, ‘Good,’” she finished, satisfied at my suggestion.“Stay where you are,” and I rose from the bed toward my jeans. I was happy that I could still walk. Keeping my back to her, I took a hundred dollar bill from my wallet.I walked back and sat on the bed; she moved close.