I tried to touch myself more but it was so sensitive there that I found I couldn't. From that day on though I made sure to find time to make myself cu... at least once every day and quite often I used that memory of my mom wetting herself in the van as motivation to push me over the edge.It wasn't till my teen years that I found I enjoyed wetting myself. It happened one afternoon in the summer and I had been in my room masturbating. I think I was 15 at the time and I had decided to dedicate this. Slowly rose and fell onto his cock, whilst he played with my tits. I reached behind me and played with his balls whilst getting faster and faster until I leaned forward and his pounded my pussy. I didn’t have any warning until he pushed me off and shoved me onto my stomach. I was about to ask what he was doing because my head was nearly out of my tent when I felt him cock enter me again with his thrusting harder and harder this time. My knees couldn’t take it and I fell onto my stomach letting. As I was on about my 3rd spurt, and after some verbal encouragement from DJ, Walt also grunted and let go of a decent few globules of sticky spunk onto the floor in front of himself (I honestly thought he was going to collapse at that point, but he eventually gathered himself and managed to sit down again….his post-orgasm cock and balls now looking even bigger than before as they swung loose over the edge of the seat with a big drip of cum hanging from his massive red tip!). I immediately then. In addition, everyone will be thinking that I’m trying to kiss the Colonel’s butt to get out of trouble for kicking Mike’s ass so thoroughly. But, he pissed me off when he hit me in the mouth with my own baton, and I was determined that he was going to wear an ass whipping for his troubles. If I hadn’t managed to block the blow partially with my forearm, he would have knocked my teeth out with that ASP. Enough of the force got through, even with my forearm block, to split my lip and loosened.