At times, I direct an intense and persistent look right straight into someone's eyes, my scarcely opened lips with just a touch of sexual movement and...barely showing the tip of my tongue; I love the mixed smell of good perfume and cigarette smoke, I find it intoxicating, at times slightly and discreetly touching my private parts with the tip of my finger and barely passing the finger close to my nostrils for a more inebriating experience. You could say that I enjoy every sexual moment and. While we rested Faye decided she needed to pee. The area we were in was quiet and secluded, so Faye just moved to one side of where we were sitting, pulled down her shorts and panties to her ankles, squatted and then started to pee in full view of Ruth and myself. I watched as a stream of yellow pee emerged from Faye’s pussy and poured onto the ground forming a puddle. The view of Faye peeing started to arouse my dormant penis in my shorts. Her pussy did look fabulous with its nicely trimmed. My own hands were starting to shake with desire, I so wanted to just bury myself inside her. But I wanted to give her (and myself) an experience to remember forever, as it would probably be the only chance we would ever get. I took a sip of my drink and she walked back out the door again. Walked? Hell, she sashayed out that thing like she was a schoolgirl with a new toy. I could even see in the light the insides of her legs shining from the wetness that her pussy was leaking down her legs.. My wife thought she would be in the house with a group of ladies so she didn't wear a bra or knickers, she just slipped a tight basic bodycon dress on expecting the stretchy material to make it easy to get on and off, and because it was tight the lack of knickers and a bra would make the dress look nice and smooth over her body.My wife explained how wet her pussy got just thinking of dressing sexy and acting sexy with a load of other like-minded women. Marcia pulled up outside our house on time.