" You don't like the way it feels," I asked.My right hand had slipped around her waist and was gently cupping her tit, stroking her nipple to hardness...while my other hand slid over her hair covered mound."No . . .I mean yes, it feels good, but it's making me wet," she sighed as my middle finger split her pussy lips and began to slide into the hot, moist center of this beautiful teen."I'll stop if . . ." No Daddy, don't stop, it feels good."My finger was now pumping in and out of her tight. Whenever we failed in making love, things would turn into drama. She decided to go to a gynaecologist, at first they diagnosed that she had vaginismus but it was not cured, she went to several doctors till at the end we discovered that it was some kind of deformation in her pussy that caused her pain and thats why she pushed me back. All of this took nearly a year an half, I was off course stressed as I thought subconsciously I was the problem. And the women and slut deep down inside me was. I looked this guy in the face as he continued to piss on my now hard cock, and he met my eyes with a smile. I was starting to notice that not only was his piss spashing onto my hand, but the fly of my jeans as well. A big wet spot was beginning to appear on the front of my jeans. But at that moment his stream of piss subsided, and he started stroking his meat again with droplets of piss still leaking from it.I looked down at my own wet, hard cock, and I really had to piss at this point. It was. It was probably the way we were dressed as typicalyoung Americans. I was dressed in khaki shorts and a T-shirt while Beth wore a pair ofstylish short shorts and a tank top. She would have been completely instyle in many places but there, well, lets just say that most of thewomen that we saw were still covered head to toe in their traditionalveiled garb.We got to our room and just collapsed from the strain of the long planetrip. Beth told me she was going to take a shower. I just collapsed onthe.