It was one of those disorganized and dirty older shops. With the dust thick in places and cobwebs clinging to everything out of reach. Had mostly seen...the usual junk when a old trunk caught my eye. After haggling with the old shop owner I was able to get him down to 50 and he just said to keep the junk inside.Later that week when I got around to looking inside there was a old wood cigar box under the old news papers and books inside with a old middle eastern style oil lamp. the thing was there. She had once been worried about so much hair on her cunt, but discovered, as she grew older, that many men loved a hairy cunt.She stood in the tub, the bubbly water below her knees. Spreading her legs, she pulled her pussy open, and, with lewd giggling, began to piss. The golden piss arced outward and splashed into the bubbles. She purred softly and ran her hand along her cunt as she pissed, enjoying the hot feel.She cupped her hand, letting her piss pool in the palm, then lifted it to her. 00pm I saw her again in the opposite corridor, I stood outside and kept looking at her, she gestured to me to go inside the room and keep the door open; I was too excited and did what she said. After a few minute she walked into my room and locked the door immediately. My excitement was in the peak as she walked in I hugged her and started to kiss her she told me she is here for this only and don’t hurry. I told her I am very horny and I need to fuck her. As I was speaking to her I kept rubbing. We have now come to a point in our lives where we have learned to balance sex with intimacy, family, and life in general. We have also learned ways to explore our deepest fantasies safely and together. First of all, I dont consider myself bisexual. Ever since my marriage ended, I did some soul searching, and I dont find men attractive in a sexual way at all. I will see a man as an attractive person, but it doesnt sexual excite me to think of sex with a man. That being said, I also dont agree.