And as much as I liked the feeling of their cum shooting into my mouth, I think I liked drinking their piss even more. It was all about the force of t...e fluids they were feeding me that made it so special. They sometimes drank beer just to satisfy my thirst for their urine. After three weeks of meeting them that way, I found myself wanting to meet with them even more. But it was hard to keep making up excuses to my wife for being out. I knew that I needed to come up with another plan. I was. Reaching the door I opened it for her and she started to go through, and then stopped and looked at me and she looked at me and then softened and smiled and reached up with her lips meeting mine and then saying, "Call me, ok" Then she turned and was gone. I closed the door after I watched her walk away for a few moments, loving seeing her calves and ankles and feet walk. It looked so sweet watching her walk down the walk. Turning around and then remembering I was still wearing a dress, I. "oops am sorry " she said then picked the towel. Okay jst drop it let me get my clothes. She hurried into the room mike heaved a great sigh but instantenously aunt french bolted his name..she had bavk faced the door pretending to the looking for her make up kit .." mike i cant find my makeup kit " please look through the wardrope let me check my cupboard the two things were directly opposite and again she raised her towel this time high enough to reach her stomach.. mike managed to get his eyes. “Where’s your pants”? “Surprise; they’re in my bag already” We were on the couch in five seconds with my skirt up and him pulling his pants down. I reached down and held his erection. Would I ever get tired of feeling them? I was about to have a cock where another had been less than half an hour before. This was so good. I was so wet from the residual cum; he went in with one solid push and fucked me furiously. My earlier orgasm had knocked the edge off it for me and I was able to.