A country song, “Hell on Heels,” left me with an itch to write this particular story. It wouldn’t leave me alone until it was finished. I’ve i...cluded other “Thanks” at the end.I’m no hero, at least not now.The last time I did anything brave was a long time ago. Fourth grade, actually. There was a girl in my grade named Cindy Van Dyke. Not popular, not well dressed and not well off. She’d probably never be pretty. Her red hair was dark and, dull, hardly ever washed. She had freckles; not the. I found myself zooming in on Scott’s cock. Mine at 5" is quite small, whilst Scott’s was a good 1.5" longer and, as in so many photos I had seen of his cock, he was shaved.I am not gay, but I found myself staring at Scott’s hard prick, I had never seen another man hard in the flesh before, let alone seen one slowly wanking. Scott stared at his wife and said, "Come on, girl, lets get those knickers off and see how wet you are today, looking at Pete sitting there with his prick in his hand." My. He wanted to worship her body first and let her know he is not a selfish sex maniac. His erection slowly subsided. Dev realised now someone should take control over the situation. Though he had no earlier sexual encounters, his instincts directed him to take charge.He took off his shirt and vest presenting his muscular body to mom. He had worked out very hard with the sole aim of pleasing his mom, with every painful extra pushup he used to take, he was inspired by his desire to please his. But you did lift the front of your dress…” “So that you could see exactly what I was doing.” “I should have turned away for the sake of your decency.” “But you didn’t. I felt dizzy with you standing over me, watching, as I started to pee with my legs spread as wide as I could manage.” “I remember the moment when I realised what you were doing. She’s not pulled her pants down and she’s peeing! I’d never seen anything like it - you squatting there with pee arcing out onto the soil. You looked.