Again he shivered from the cooler liquid. I sprayed his legs next. Now came the tricky part.“Shall I spray your shorts or do you want to lower them ...irst?”“I am not wearing any underwear, you’ll see my wiener,” he protested.“I’ve seen wieners before.”Surprisingly, he undid his fly and zipper, and his shorts fell to his feet. He had a thick patch of pubic hair but I saw that his cock was about four inches long, fairly thick and circumcised. It was nice and smooth and pink! His nut sack was good. ‘Oh Horace this is so good. I don’t want to cum yet, just keep me wanting more’.Parting her fat thighs he put his piss hard cock between her hairy wet lips and started rubbing her clit. When her next piss burst hit his cock he could not hold back and pushing all the way in, pissed right up her lovely cunt. That took her by surprise and released her own torrent of piss. ‘Yes, Yes give it to me you fucking piss lover’ she screamed as she climaxed. With her dress now completely soaked she sat up. Child my ass! The butt wiggling in my lap was rubbing against my flesh-and-horny-boned masculine joystick with enough feminine seductiveness to arouse my passions. Somehow, during this wild ride, my waist-holding hands ended up underneath the sleeveless summer top of my lap-driving girl. Before I realized what I was doing, I was caressing the soft flesh of a young female’s belly. My curious cat was awakened again so I reached upward with one hand to see if there was indeed a bra under. He gave orders for the crew to wait by the boat and limped up the gravel path towards the manor house. It was difficult because his crutch sank into the gravel with each step.He was slightly self-conscious about his outer appearance. The prize money had not yet been paid out, and his funds had not allowed for overly fancy clothes. He was wearing his Nº2 uniform coat. The epaulet on his shoulder was gilt, not bullion, and the facings were modest too. His shoe buckles were shiny, but made of.