A torrent of urine burst into my pants and warm piss soaked through the fabric of my jeans. It spread out along the crease where my ass meets my thigh..., then it ran down the back of my legs. Streams of urine started to reach the bottom of my jeans and drizzle onto my feet. I continued peeing until my bladder was empty and every inch of my jeans was soaking wet. I had never felt such relief. Relaxing my bladder muscles felt orgasmic. I just stood there in my drenched jeans enjoying the. Up and down, so very slowly, you teased my aching pussy, the flowing juices now soaking my thighs. I couldn’t stand it. I needed you inside of me. I reached over in your lap and, without pretense, let my hand glide over the massive bulge that was barely contained in your jeans, stopping only to gently squeeze what I knew would be the extremely sensitive head. Only a small sound escaped as you glanced around nervously. But we were completely and utterly alone, shielded by the darkness.In. I felt pretty good about this latest adventure. The next morning neither woman said anything. I was so good at sneaking a poke! That was that till the next weekend when granny came over. Granny is in her late fifties and has big boobs like mom. Mom and granny go out and come back snockered and again they both fall asleep just like I was hoping. I sneak in and again fuck both women and jizz inside both women. Next morning nobody knows what I have done. Aunt Kate, Aunt Peg, And Aunt Marge all. She had her head in a book, from the look of the cover Stan could tell it was one of those trashy romance novels his mom read on occasion. She was so engrossed in the smutty novel she didn’t see the two boys right before her. As they approached her lounger their pricks began to swell in their pants. Katherine had one knee in the air while the other leg lay flat on the chaise lounge. The position she was in triggered her legs to be slightly parted and the boys could see the dark curly tuffs of.