Did your ex wife go to it and if she did, did you go also? I had a family engagement at the time. It was my mom's birthday so I went there instead. He...told me the old class reunions are usually boring anyway." Come to think of it, my wife did have a class reunion. I had an out of town business trip that weekend. I asked her if she wanted to go with me but she said she would like to go see all her old friends. I never thought anything about it till now. Damn, you are a pretty good private. When we reached my place, she asked me if I wanted to have a few more drinks. I said why not. We entered my flat and again sat on the couch and I mixed a few drinks. When I returned with the drinks, I sat right next to her and put my arm around her. She didn’t mind. Infact, she snuggled up to me and pressed herself to me. I was quite excited but wasn’t sure where this was going.After a little while of chatting and drinking, M suddenly asked me matter of fact, if she could take off her top as. “Oops!” she said, giggling, “I hope you don’t mind? It’s my thing.”For a second I thought I was going to cum. Her unexpected pissing on my hand had an immediate reaction in me. I absolutely loved the cheekiness of her behavior and warmth of her piss on my hand. No girl had ever suggested it before and here was a girl who took charge by doing just what she wanted, without even asking.“It’s wonderful,” I replied, “So kinky and yet so exciting!”“Please, give me a towel,” she asked.She pulled down. And it was bent a little, her shoulders bowed a little to that which she had to face in her twenty-five years of life. A foster kid. Some of the pain she experienced in her unpleasant encounters with strangers who she was thrust into watching them playing fathers and mothers and doing a bad, sometimes a perverse nasty, sometimes a mean nasty, job of it would flash in her eyes.Maybe my peaceful nature, as lackluster as it may have been, was her bond to me. We were very different. Her difference.