Pierson just grabbed herself as if she were about to pee her pants, then bent at the waist and squatted just a bit.She had her legs together and still...had her hand pressed against her crotch.“Rick, will you meet me back here after football practice this morning, I need to see more of the incredible organ.” Ms. Pierson said almost in a whisper.“If you really want me to I will,” I answered her.“I’ll be parked across the street from the entrance. When you get here, just come straight to my car,. “You mean to say you don’t even know what masturbation is?“I know what it is, but I’ve never done it and I don’t think I would know how to do it.”“What is your biggest fantasy?”I didn’t really know what to answer, I had never really thought about it. It wasn’t something high on my list of priorities. He saw that I didn’t know what to say so he just laughed. I watched as he pulled a piece of paper from his and handed it to me. It was a disclaimer.I always read the small print, so I read it. The only time I wouldn’t answer their calls was when I was with my kids or at a meeting.The Thursday after the 2004 election Bibi and I were talking on the phone. Before we got to the fun part she wanted to ask me something very important. She wanted to invite me down to her house for the weekend. I immediately said, “Yes.”She gave me her address. I Mapquested it. Packed a small suitcase. And drove out of suburban Detroit driveway toward the freeway. As I merged onto I-75 I started having. They stopped kissing and Lucy looked straight ahead at us, she had a horny look on her face was biting her bottom lip, her denim pants then turned dark as she began to piss through her shorts..."oh wonderful" said Margaret. The piss was gushing down her legs and was a fantastic sight...Alan's cock was now fully hard and was slowly wanking it so as not to cum to soon. Margaret then said to Lucy, "kneel in front of me, I'm going to cover you in piss" this was a real turn on as she sounded so posh.