I realized immediately what it was, he was pissing on me. I felt hot streams splattering against my lips, his cock pointed lower, and I felt the golde... showers spraying down my tits, all over my belly, and a couple of streams hit just above my pussy. The feel of his hot piss spraying me down was like nothing I’d ever felt before. The last few squirts hit me, I opened my eyes, and he smiled, helped me up, and we entered the river. It was brisk, refreshing and not too deep, and I swam and. “Oh,” she said, “and please call me Belle, I hate Annabelle. I am Belle Day - Belle de Jour, get it?”I got it.I went back to the office and got stuck into the piece. I asked my boss to read it before I went back to her and he said, “It’ll do,” which was high praise even if he did correct three spelling errors. I called Belle and we set up a meeting to review the piece. She pronounced it perfect and asked me out for a drink after work one evening. I agreed, probably all too eagerly.We had a. He didn't know who the other girl was, all he knew was that she couldn't be either Sally or Sandra both of whom had told him that they had to be on set at seven o'clock in the morning to shoot a couple of important scenes. They would however have the afternoon free and along with Susan they had agreed to his request to meet Bill and his friends after the seminar."So Susie," said Bill as he took in the delicious sight of the young teenaged pussy he was staring at while his hands were full of two. I guess I was sort of proud that I might still "have it"."I was deceived by a woman I thought I loved and trusted, and she thought nothing of the situation, that I held very close to my heart, without so much as to WANT to discuss it with me. I realized that I wasted almost 12 years with someone who could ... well, I don't need to get into it. Let me just sum up saying, I thought I knew her and it ended up, I didn't know her at all. So now I tread lightly." I explained."You aren't blaming all.