She pulled it out of her mouth and held it against herface, letting the piss run all over it. Piss poured downher chin to soak the front of her T-shir.... I watched thedark piss stain reveal her nipples through her shirt asthe wetness expanded downward. My piss reached Sally’s stomach, then her lap. Her waiststayed dry a few moments longer as the faded materialbelow got dark and shiny. The piss stains expandeddownward to meet the piss stain that Sally had madeearlier. Sally’s. But since my wife left I had been changing a bit, Ieven had thought about what I'd be like to be the one doingthe sucking. So having him thrusting away so close wasn't a problem.His cock was very close to my tongue and it didn't take melong to flick it a few times. Nothing bad happened so I figured cock wasn't as scary as I had thought it was. All too soon we changed positions and I was on top doingthe fucking. He must have felt my tongue flicks becausehe didn't hesitate to bring his cock to my. My body was reacting to both my thoughts and my fingers. Contorting in pleasurable waves of rising passions, I spasmed as I reached the most wonderful climax. I imagined my sticky fingers as Bethan's, putting them in my mouth, I tasted my nectar. Slumber always seemed to accompany my climax.I was woken by Sharon shaking me saying supper was served. My eyes opened to see her smile, my dress was still around my waist. Sitting beside me she asked if it was a good feeling? I blushed and nodded. Her. Okay, I guess sometimes she got impatient with me, and sometimes she was probably just pissed off at her life – the rest of her life – and she'd yell at me or whatever. But thinking back, most of the time she treated me like I was the most important thing in her life. Certainly, the way my father treated her, he wasn't what she really cared about. She never really said anything about her job, whatever it was. But she almost always had time for me.And then I had this horrible thought. If, like,.