Now, I wanted to pee. So I said to my wife, “Your master wants to pee on you.” She said, “No!” But I grabbed her hair and started to drag her ...owards the bathroom.Me: Randi, I have bought you. A whore even drinks her master’s pee.Wife: Nooo master, nooo.My wife said but before she could say any further, I had already started peeing on my wife! The warm pee started to flow from my wife’s face to her boobs and finally, dripped from her pussy. After a few seconds, she too started to enjoy it and. Gerald sat on the bench; he looked back at the stadium he could see Chelsea yelling at the players on the field.To this day he didn't know how he had landed a beauty like that. He looked over at the scoreboard. They were down by twenty points, and it was in the third quarter. On the field, the offense couldn't get anything going.He had enough of sitting on the bench. He made his way to the coach. "Coach put me in; I can do this."The coach scratched his beard, then shook his head."I know you're. Secure in his own home Sam found the confidence to return to his voyeuristic hobby. Peeking through his window blinds Sam had to admit pickings in the complex were getting slim.Below him eighteen year old Hayle Jones walked hand in hand with her new boyfriend. Sam could just make out a slight bump in Hayle’s tummy. The first outward sign of the baby he’d magically fathered two months earlier.Sam wondered if the boy had gotten into Hayle’s pants yet or if she was playing hard to get. Either way. I shook my head, “No. You?”“A couple of times, with only my underwear on. This is WAY better!”I nodded putting my mouth to hers, and allowing our tongues to dance, just as our bodies were. I couldn’t believe how erotic what we were doing was, and I was on a hair trigger, barely able to keep from make a serious mess on our stomachs. Kristin must have known as well, perhaps from my heart rate, perhaps from my breathing, but most likely from the twitches of my shaft which was trapped between.