I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue and moved to catch her piss with my mouth. I won’t lie and say it tastes good. Bitter, earthy and lukewarm is...my main memory. Not that I cared, the dirtiness of it was what made it intensely sexy. I collected a mouthful and swallowed. Shutting of the brain and giving in to the basest impulses is an incredible trip. I still get hard remembering the way her pee splattered all over my head. My eyes stung too much to look at her face, but Vera encouraged me. Elle’s parents then began the climb up to the concession stand in the upper stands leaving Elle and I alone sitting next to each other in two cushioned fold up chairs. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “I want this to be a really special night,” I whispered in her ear. She responded by slipping her hand under her mother’s coat and into my lap. “Me too,” she sultrily added. Elle glared at me with her cock hungry brown eyes and began to squeeze my crouch under the helpful guise of her. I was a little disappointed as this meant that I couldn’t put my resume forward for the position. It did however, get me thinking, though, about possible juicy little encounters I could organise for my own husband. How would he react to this fantasy that she had described to me? Would he also enjoy being blindfolded and completely open to the will of a stranger?, Would he succumb to that kind of power, to the enjoyment of his body being pleasured by someone he could smell, touch and taste but. She held my head against her face, and kissed me.She then pulled my tongue and licked it. Her one hand unzipped my trousers and inserted inside my underwear, picked my penis and started stimulating it with her thumb and middle finger. It was clear indication of experience, such stuff was not even available in massage parlours. She was gently pressing it, so that it didn’t pain and was moved her hand towards my testicles, and with repeatedly moved her index finger over it, giving me deep.