She thinks were married!"We share men. Is good," she went on."How is it that you speak English?" I was finally curious after all of this time."My fath...r ... no, mother was missionary. Rescue from bush," she tried to explain, but was clearly confused, "She teach."That explains it. I wasn't the first one to find this little hamlet. Some poor Peace Corps couple or minister and his wife wandered into the area and the evil bush must have eaten the man, leaving the woman stranded to live out her life. Women were definitely a lot noisier than men, taking a piss, and the stream came out with a lot more force than I had imagined. I moved my hand between her legs and let the piss splash all over it and up my arm to my elbow. I then grabbed herby her hips, tilted her pelvis and crawled closer until she was pissing on my belly and it was running down all over my genitals. I never guessed that the feel of hot piss could be so sensual and arousing. When she was finished, the last of it just. "Told ya," I said. "I told you I could do better." That was a goodie," she agreed."Did you enjoy the cruise?" I asked her. Talk about cheap fishing for compliments! I knew damned well she'd had a great time. It had been entirely evident, all evening long."Very much," she said simply."I wish I could tell you I thought of it all by myself," I said, "but I didn't. If it had been up to me, we'd have gone to a damned movie in the Mall, or something." Betsy, huh?" Yeah. She's my coach." I guess she. It had been the first time he'd actually seen something like that in real life. It had looked just like it did in porn movies. He knew that he and Dave were about the same size... about average.He lifted his head and looked over Cindy's shoulder. Denise was riding Dave. It was obvious what they were doing. He watched, curious to find out what he would feel like. For the first time, he thought about the fact that there was no birth control involved here. He couldn't believe that hadn't entered.