"What're you up to mum?" and then I saw it, the little trickle running down the inside of both her thighs!"Oh my God mum!" I gasped, "Christ, you're d...ing it!"She giggled and raised her dress letting me see the warm, golden urine gushing through her tight little panties and splashing on the tiles between her feet."God I love this" she said softly, "It makes me so fucking horny!" What do you think it's doing to me?" I laughed, "Jesus mum, that's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life. No, more an uncle. And there would be a multitude of doting aunts at my place. It would be unconventional, but it could work.”“I don’t want to lose her.”“It may be your best chance to keep her. If you and she continue to ignore her need, she will do her best to suppress it, but eventually, her longing will become stronger than her will. I don’t know how long it would take but in three years, or five or eight, she will be miserable and she won’t even be able to talk to you about it. It will be. I insisted on buying the beer, but allowed Jill to pay for the dinner otherwise. No one paid any attention when Donna polished off her Coke quickly and poured herself a refill from the beer pitcher. I gorged myself on the pizza like I hadn't eaten in a week. Sandy and Donna both had impressive appetites as well, while Jill picked at her pizza, probably only eating two slices, tops. We stayed until the place closed at 10:00, and the drive home was pleasant, our conversation consisting mostly of. ’ ‘She’s healthy Edward.’ He accepted the proffered brandy before leaving them. ‘How long will this voyage take?’ Prunella asked. ‘All going well it will be ninety days or thereabouts.’ ‘If I’m to spend the next ninety days with you I should know a little about you. Do you have a wife and children?’ She immediately saw the look of sadness pass over his face and regretted her question. ‘I have no wife, she died when I was at sea and I missed her final days. I have two children, a boy Jeremy who.