The soft curves of her ass teasingly rub against your growing arousal. A low, husky growl vibrates in her throat as she feels the stirring of your coc... against her ass. Your hands tug her shirt from the front of her jeans to spread rough fingertips against the silken skin. The palms of your hands slide up to cup the full globes of her breasts, molding her flesh to the shape of your hands. Her nipples harden to firm points that dig into your flesh with your encompassing touch. After long. I want them to...to piss on you.Mmm, it'll be good to be on the receiving end for a change.What?Usually it's men who want me to piss on them.Really? I can't imagine wanting that.They lean submissive, remember? There's others that just want to watch a woman pissing. Sometimes I go to the bathroom while they listen.I guess they are related in a way. I piss way more often than I cum. And it lasts so much longer. And the feeling of relief I get when piss comes out of my cock - it is just a tiny bit. Clumsy with sleep, and warmed by it, he kissed me, his lips soft and warm on my own. The touch was slow, but it lit a fire in my belly. One of his large, strong hands drifted up to cup my breast, thumb rubbing slowly over my covered flesh.Our respective undergarments and my top were the only things separating us, and I shivered to feel against my thigh the slow, hot pulse of his erection.His hand drifted back down, and tugged gently at my waistband. I slipped the panties off and pulled my top. There were very few cars in the car park, just in front of me was a van. I had seen it there but could see nobody in it. After maybe 30 minutes of nothing happening, the sliding side door on the van opened and a couple stepped out. She was an attractive slim lady, probably late 30's. I was half watching them, as they stood there talking. Then she removed her dress, leaving her in just her underwear (including stockings I seem to recall) and got back in the van. This piqued my interest and so.