And I never got a chance to be with her alone. This went on and all of a sudden she changed her house which is just 2 streets away I was so depressed ...nd thought I would never get a chance. From then on she was my only fantasy while I fap myself daily.But this all changed one day when she came to our home and she was talking with my mom she said that she needs some help with her gas cylinder since the gas ran out she needed a new one immediately so we have to go to the office to get it. Since. I sat in bed reading, it was still relatively early, only 11:30 or so, when I heard what sounded like fighting or shouting from the end of the hallway in my mom’s bedroom. I knew Michael and her had retired upstairs to ‘watch a movie’ a few hours before, and with the way he had treated me I wouldn’t have been surprised if that ass hole was commiting domestic violence, so I briskly got up and walked towards my mom Tiffany’s bedroom. The sounds were getting louder, but I could start to make out. I helped her in making some arrangements and she was surprised at my culinary skills. “Your wife must be very happy with you” she complimented.“Yes! Both in bed and the kitchen” my tone was naughty and she smiled.It was after about an hour that we both felt an urge to urinate. We went to the bathroom and undressed each other. She spread her legs and I sat between them and had a clear view of her piss hole. Within seconds a warm stream of her piss was over my face and then down to my body and. Her ass was pinked from the way we collided. Her skin was otherwise a light tan. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes. I only breathed a third as much as I should. I bobbed my head.“Oh fuck! I’m cumming! Hell yeah!” Nisha was going off like a wet rocket. I felt godly again. Making a girl cum is the most empowering feeling I ever had. And I had a whole harem of--“Fuck!” I barked. “Shit! Yeah!”On the momentum of my overplayed excitement, I started matching Nisha in my exclamations. I almost.