His life went further down hill as NASA ended the shuttle missions about six months after his divorce.That's when he decided to become a garbage colle...tor. Collecting other people's junk could keep him close to God and pay the bills.Gregg had simple needs and lived in an efficiency apartment in a cheap, but nice part of town. He drove a small hybrid pickup truck that was six years old. It was more than he needed and he loved the little truck. He rarely went out because he was shy and had few. WE KISSED SOME MORE.THEN HE REACHED OUT AND UNDID MY BRA AND MOVED HIS HAND TO MY BREASTS .TOUCHING THEM AND RUNING HIS FINGERS OVER MY NIPPLES.SQUEEZING AND PINCHING.I TOOK OFF HIS SHIRT AND JEANS. HE WAS IN HIS BOXERS.WE SAT FOR A WHILE REALISING WHAT HAD JUST HAPPENED.MY PUSSY WAS WET AND THROBBING BADLY.I GUESS HE ALREADY KNEW MY INTENTIONS.SO DID I.HE TOOK OFF MY SKIRT AND STARTED RUBBING OVER MY PUSSY.I WAS MOANING.HE KEPT RUBBING MY CLIT .HE TOOK OFF MY THONG AND STARTED FINGERING ME. And then she started undoing the top button of my jeans, in went her hand. “You liked that, then? Does this little dick want to get any wetter? Piss for me, I dare you!”“But I can’t. I don’t need to and I’m half hard, and you know I can’t piss with a hard on” I said.“Well, I’m not taking it in my mouth till it pisses. Here, on this bench. Where I point it”What could I do? I tried and pushed and managed to squeeze a few drops out, and then the stream started. Anna pointed the stream at her. She could interpret what I was saying as lewdly as it was intended, or (if she were desperate) as relatively innocent. In this case, I was offering her something she desperately needed, someplace to go, and something she probably wanted, status, somebody wealthy who could take her exciting places and show her exciting things (in the non-sexual sense) and (I realized this last one later) a father figure that she had lacked all her life. It probably didn't hurt that she realized she was now.