For me it had started even earlier when, in primary school, a girl had asked to watch me pee outside in the playground. I hadn't really even known wha... I was feeling as I eagerly obliged her request, except that it was exciting, and somewhat naughty. Perhaps because of this early experience, I had always been a little turned on as an adult when girlfriends pissed in front of me, even though it hadn't generally been an overtly sexual thing. It was just the intimacy and the mildly taboo nature of. I’d gone out with my girlfriends for one last hoorah.” Diane scoffed. “Hoorah, my ass!”Sam’s perfectly arched brows rose. Diane took a sip of wine before continuing. “Jim was there. He hit on me, flirted with me. He bought me drinks all night. We danced dirty, grinding on each other. I didn’t see harm in it. I knew my fiancé had his party that night so I figured why shouldn’t I have a little fun? But it went from harmless flirting to something else. He had been slipping roofers into my drinks. Fully understanding that Gwen loved attention and not wanting to disappoint her, I set about thinking the best way to reflect that fact to her, as we sat down for chat over that cup of tea.‘Gwen’, I asked ‘It seems clear to me that you must have been a model at some time, as you know how well to show yourself off’‘Not really Robert, when I was a lot younger, I came to understand very quickly that my figure was my fortune and to capitalise on it, I went into glamour photography. In those days,. It didn't take her long to remove her pants and sit with her legs spread on that step. Before I knew it I was on front of her on my knees (with my pants dropped to my knees) feeling the brisk air on my ass and shaft as I sloppily stroked her hot wet box. She told me I should pull my pants up a little just in case someone walked by and I laughed at the thought of someone in the park at that hour. A few minutes later I turn around and there was a group of guys walking through the park. They.