I just really need to pee.” She is now hunched in front of my desk which gives me a tantalizing view of her impressive cleavage. “If you let me ou... of here I’ll do anything.” She sounds really desperate now.“Well one idea is that she just squats down right in the middle of that long line and she pulls her bikini bottoms to the side and she just lets her piss go right there in all that hot sand in front of all those people.”“You’re such an asshole.” Fern is clutching at her crotch with both. Her hair was a beautiful blond and her hair seems bottomless blue like the ocean. He features were like a painting. It was perfect beauty that made people awe and drool. She had perfect sculpted body of muscles and curve. She looked very feminist and lustful. She seem like she could break any man and make the purest lust. Her breasts were huge. They look about the size of two beach balls and perfectly round. Her nipples stood erect around 3 inches of thick flesh. Her body screams lust and. I told him we lived upstairs and that I had come down to say hello. Then I asked if his wife was home. I was barely able to maintain eye contact, glancing down at his small waist. I could not help but imagine him on top of me. I am sure he knew what I was thinking. He smiled broadly and told me that his wife was the one in the Army, already gone to work, and that he had not gotten a job yet. While he talked, I saw that he was taking inventory of me too. I have red hair, light freckled skin,. I was short, skinny, not so much effeminate but maybe it was possible to see I was gay, I wasn't sure. After a moment, he came back with two beers, gave me one and sat on the sofa, next to me, at a reasonably safe distance. Jeez, I’m not going to jump on you… — 1st beer —“So, we never talked about it, but, is it true that you’re… gay?”What the fuck is this question? And we never talked about anything.“Hum, yes, it’s true.”“Oh, well, that’s cool with me, you know.”I don’t need your fucking.