"So, what do you think?" she asked, "Do we do this?"And I told her what had just happened then she told me what her latest was."Well, I got a big hug ...nd kiss ... a French kiss, so it seems to be continuing with Tanner. Should we tell them that we are doing this to take care of their horniness and then they can get their ashes hauled in a way that makes us all happy?" Yeah, that sounds good. Why don't we just all four get together and you and I can tell them our idea?" When, girl, I'm mighty. Then, outside, she looked up the street and saw that her timing was perfect."Hey, Sis, where're you goin'?" her brother called as he rode up on his bike.Obviously, thought Millie with amusement, he wanted to fuck her again. The bulge at his crotch was positively adorable."Sorry, kiddo, not today. Mom's home and these books are overdue so I'll catch you later." Gary frowned with disappointment and wheeled his bike toward the garage, sure he'd struck out for the time being. His supposedly. Her body language was clear, it said, "Fuck me!" My anger immediately began to subside and my excitement rose.I was actually getting turned on watching my young wife fuck another man. He was a handsome young fellow with a very large cock, and they were clearly both enjoying themselves as he plowed in and out of her sopping wet cunt. I could tell he was nearly ready to cum from the expression on his face and the tension in his body, and apparently Susan could sense it as well. She pushed his. She was peeing. I looked at her estatic gaze with wide eyes and a throbbing cock. She was peeing on my hand, in her seat, on a bus, with people around her, who didn't had a clue.She moved her butt up to let me retrieve my wet hand. I sat back in my seat and looked at my hand. The pee was still dripping from my fingers. "You want to taste it?" she asked. I looked up and didn't know how to respond. Taste her pee, I thought, isn't that discusting? "Trust me." she said.I raised my hand to my face.