I remember Sam snapping some cell phone pics and then telling me to stay on my knees. I stroked my own cock while tasting the cum dripping off my lip..., and Sam had to be a dick and started pissing on me. It was warm and salty but not bad tasting. He really soaked me down, took a few more pics and left. I tried to get up but instead just fell back until I was laying flat on the ground in the puddle of cum and piss. The sun was out and there was a cool breeze that felt great. I just enjoyed. She wanted nothing more than to be a tom-boy, tending to and riding horses, but her mother kept trying to make her a prim and proper ‘lady.’ And how much she had always rebelled against that. Until a year earlier when her mother died of cancer. She was apparently perfectly healthy, but one day noticed a small lump in her breast. Within six weeks, she had died. The cancer had already spread throughout her mother’s body, and by the time they found it, it was too late. Susan had refused to enter. He was also early, but not by much.His text tone made me jump:*Him: If you’re busy, I can wait.Me: Just finishing.Him: KayWhen I stood I watched him lift a pair of binoculars, he later told me he’d borrowed from a friend. Another text:Him: Very nice closer-up, you are. Can you be naked there?Me: Not here.(A very long pause. My mind was going somewhere I wasn’t sure I was ready for, and yet it would not stop spinning that way. I think he knew.)Finally…Me: Only where you are.(a pause)Him:. His face was very white and a muscle twitched beside his chin. His nostrils flared and his eyes bulged."And you have a taste for women, they say, including some expensive whores, which I assume, has led to your thievery. How many do you keep now?" I stepped a bit closer, never taking my eyes from his still-uncocked weapon. "Have you put Artesia's dowry into your name? Are you spending her money on your trollops?" Damn you," he cried, pulling his pistol to full cock and pushing his wife aside as.