I stopped and looked at him suspiciously, “Yes, what Ican I do you.”“Well…” he began nervously, “it’s my wif...,” he washaving trouble getting it out. “W-would you like tohave sex with her?” he blurted out.I was shocked not believing what I had just heard. Thiswas a nut if ever I saw one I shuck my head and said,“Sorry mate, you got the wrong man,” and turned toleave again.“Wait. It’s not a trick, it’s just. .. Way bigger.Stefan caught me looking, and smirked, "Bet your girlfriend is tired of your puny body, eh?"I rolled my eyes and buried the shame deep in me. She probably was. Ever since Stefan came into my life, I caught her looking at him with her eyes glazed over with lust and Stefan played the devil. He gave her a show every time, by just walking around in his boxers. And like most of his clothing, his boxers too were tight around his body. His ass was tight and glorified, and his cock. I ran my left hand down his torso to find the erection I knew would be there between his legs. His cock was stiff and pressing against the soft cotton of his athletic shorts. I took it in my palm and stroked him through his shorts. He gasped. Hearing him enjoying my touch only added to furry building in my already drenched pussy. I wanted him, badly desperately in that moment. I freed my mouth from his and with one motion slid out of my dress. He knew I would not have panties on and I saw his. Angus placed a towel on the shower floor, before lying on his back. He told me to get on top of him in the sixty-nine position. A torrent of piss began spaying out of him. I allowed the fountain to cover my head, before directing his dick into my mouth.As this happened I felt his hands kneading my butt cheeks, encouraging me to release my flow. The taste of his piss was delectable and I was fascinated by how much I enjoyed the taste. Piss-play would really not be a problem in future and in.