"Perhaps..." he continued "You could keep going and I could just ...watch" My mind was racing. The danger of my predicament was quickly draining the e...fects of the alcohol out of my body, but my fear was rapidly turning to excitement at what seemed to me, to be an opportunity to experience something new and quite... well, extraordinary. He shifted his body slightly, sitting back on a boulder. A solitary beam of moonlight struck his face and I gasped. Oh my god! What an incredibly beautiful. Even with the great sex, Kristy had been worrying me all day. Her hand would twitch or her head, just for an instant. I would ask if anything was wrong and she would look at me in confusion and answer "no." She seemed to stare off into space for periods of time.By late afternoon I was looking forward to a baseball game and splurged for seats behind home plate. We had passed the old ball field the day before and noticed that it predated most the digital security systems; it was a crappy old. And then…my face turned bright red. I could feel her toes through the nylon, as she rubbed it up further and further. By the time she got over my knee, I was on the way to hyperventilating. I am pretty experienced— nothing too excellent, but I had a normal history. And yet this soft rubbing of her foot against me, especially seeing her smiling innocent face right across from me, made me feel as if I had just taken a shot or two of everclear.‘Heather…? Uh…’ I wasn’t at my most articulate.‘Shh…’. He was sitting on my lap, his nightie short, silky, red, his fave color, my hand tenderly toying his balls and dripping stick, his smell intoxicating, his kisses wet, sloppy, his giggles sweet, he was stoned, he got goofy on pot, hornier, looser, we shall see. Had to have him drink my piss, it mattered to me, he wanted to, didnt want to puke, my assurance that it was cool, that he tried was the thing. I led him outside, He looked so sexy, on his knees, cock hard, naked body trembling slightly,.