As I moved it in and out, my face buried in her pussy, she said once again: Sam, I gotta piss! Im cumming! I continued, as she was almost there. Why s...op now?! As her orgasm swept over her, as her body rocked, and as she lost control: she pissed. And my face was still buried in her. It caught me completely off-guard, I had most definitely not been expecting it. In disbelief, I moved my mouth out of the way of her shooting jets of piss, but it was too late. I already had a mouthful. I was about. I certainly fantasized about it though. I hadn't sniffed her panties in awhile mainly because I thought I was too mature for that and old enough to get real pussy instead. But this occurrence prompted me to do so the very next opportunity I got.As the date we were to start the road trip approached we made hotel reservations, ticket purchases, and found the appropriate route on the road maps. We talked about switching up driving when I realized my uncle wouldn't be going. "John's not going?" I. Her applications for college, the dumb boys that are all over her at the pool and her boss at work who she claims is a jerk. As we got to the forest she slowed down a little. I told her to keep up and she would be fine. We continued and just about 200 yards from the picnic area she slowed down. "What's up?" I asked. "Cramp," she said. "I told you to stretch before we took off, where is it at?" "What do you mean" she said breathing hard. "Your cramp," I asked. "My groin muscle," she could hardly. She was making more noise, taking deeper and faster breaths. Suddenly she said, “Ok. Ok. Ok.” And she balled up around her hand, her legs coming together and her face leaning in toward her stomach. Stephen had had enough and released himself, barely catching his cum with his Kleenex. He grunted some. He lay there for a minute, and then his senses came back. When he looked over Heather was staring at him with that same smile. “Did you enjoy it?”“Oh yeah,” he said with a deep breath. .