Where her strong thighs met was a triangle of white cotton, wisps of hair escaping at the edges. darkened at it’s centre by her moisture. “This is...what happens to women when they feel sexy . It’s not pee”, she giggled, “it’s my love juice”.Fingers pushed aside the fabric and delved into her pussy, working into her hole. She withdrew them and offered them to my mouth. I licked them, tasting her sour musk and she pushed them between my lips for me to suck.“This is what my love tastes like when I. “No ... ugh ... I remember my wife always telling me that I need to be more ... talkative to the other individuals. Apparently, I have a way of pushing people away and avoiding others.”“As I said, it matters not to me.”“True ... but I have been here for a while. I went and buried her not far from here. She is with her ancestors now.”“It sounds like she was quite a mortal to be with.”There was enough kindling in the fireplace. Adnoartina began to strike the flint together repeatedly over and. Your disgusted aren’t you, and I wouldn’t blame you’. ‘Now hold on Joan, did I say that? No! In fact, I must admit to having a bit of kink in that direction. Ladies who squirt pee when excited, really turn me on. Would, you like to try it Joan?’ Her smile and nod said yes.‘So, go and get that piss pad off and wear something that gives me easy access to you lovely fat cunny’. As she left, I undressed to give my hard dick some air.Coming across to me dressed only in a shortish and flimsy see. I was nine and still in elementary school.I had a kind of sex talk from my mom not long after that but it was mostly just about how babies get made in some pretty vague terms. It really didn't mean much to me, after all, I was a long way to getting married and becoming a father. There was also some stuff in school about sex, I don't mean from the other guys I hung around with, no, from the teachers.There was some stuff about the body, male and female and how each was different and stuff and.