Basically I have a pee fetish. I love watching people wet themselves. I've spent hours online searching for videos of people in public or at home desp...rate to pee. I'm not a full on lesbian just bi curious but in my hours of searching and watching I've found I prefer watching women pee themselves. You may be thinking "well you're a girl. Just go pee yourself and save yourself the time". Believe me I've done that too but I'll get into that later. Something about watching girls cross their legs. He almost fell as he tried to get up. I went to him and helped him get to the bathroom. He said he would be fine on his own and that he would be out in a short while. I replied I would be fixing his breakfast, to take his time, and to call me if he needed help.As I prepared breakfast, I was astonished at my circumstances. My husband was fighting the Germans and Italians in North Africa. The Germans were bombing my homeland. I was giving aid and comfort to a member of the Luftwaffe, who, just. I was staring again. Kevin asked if i thought i could help him. I wondered if there was a double menaing to it. I fiddled around and saw how to untie it and then I said I think I can do this. I fiddled a bit more and faked it so I could waste more time. I then touched his cock a few times as I put on a show of untieing it and as I felt it it grew bigger then the 7 inches plus. it was now hard as a rock and over 8 inches. I so wanted to suck his cock. I finally got the string undone and then. She peered down and looked closely, wondering if she had missed any of the scavengers. Later, she took a clean towel and wiped down her tired but satisfied face, tying her hair into a ponytail, she washed the kitchen table. During breakfast, every time she looked at him, she smiled. How she was so lucky to have him, she would never, could never understand. She knew he had had an Italian girl somewhere in his past, he let that slip once or twice in conversation with Elliot downstairs and he.