Being always in touch with high-society people, thanks to my mother's connections - she is kinda famous as an attorney - I shouldn't have problems mak...ng a life. But it is never that easy, is it?My mother died from cancer a couple months after I turned eighteen, that left me sharing her possessions with her second husband, Alan, the douche, as I used to call him.He had his own company and I couldn't understand why he was accepting his share of my mom's inheritance. He was obliging me to share. With nothing else to do she discreetly parted her legs , pulled her swimsuit aside and let her golden piss flow out into the bottom of the boat. God I felt a twinge in my trunks like no other. Although later that night probably after a drink I confessed to being turned on by it we never really acted on it. I put it down to a my feeleings of disgust.Fast forward to May of this year and more and more of my porn searches were pee related. Then one night after a wed been out for a friends birthday. The proper test, of course, would be for one of them to become smelly and hide in the jungle, and for the other to attempt to find the smelly lover. A game of rock, paper, scissors had determined that Paula would hide and Paul would seek. Tomorrow, the roles would be reversed.Paul quickly discovered that smell wasn’t nearly as directional as hearing, and couldn’t even compare with sight. But, he knew from the books that smell traveled with the wind, so if he moved in the direction the light. I could tell he was about 9 inches. He wasn't the biggest black I seen but he was on the thickest. I could see he had pre cum on the tip."No one can know about this." he said. I smiled at him."Baby, loose lips sinks ships. My lips, just like my pussy remain tight." I said teasing.I grab his head and rubbed it across my lips slowly. I did as if I was applying lipstick on. My tongue licked around his thick mushroom head. I did this repeatedly. My tongue slid from the tip of his head to his heavy.