“What’s wrong, honey?” I asked.“I’m… embarrassed. About touching myself in front of you and Danny.”“Well, there’s no need. It’s th... most normal thing. Look at me, for instance.”I pulled off my panties, spread my legs a little and put my hand on my clit. I rubbed very lightly, although I was already wet. Haley watched me intently. I inserted two fingers into myself and curled them upwards, touching my G-spot, if there is such a thing. I moved my fingers in and out, my thumb on my clit, and began. I didn’t need to be told what to do next, I squatted over him, felt that squeezing urge to pee, and I let go. My golden piss gushed out in a shower, I looked down, saw my yellow streams pouring out of me, splattering against his skin. His face wore an expression of pure bliss, and I directed my pissing as best I could, spraying it over of much as his body as I could, my cunt was starting to boil again, once the pissing was down, I was gonna stroke myself like crazy.As I started to reach. It was one of those real ones so I couldn’t just snap it on and I never had quite the knack of fixing them. “It’s about time you learned to do these things yourself,” my wife said in a teasing, slightly condescending tone as she stood before me reaching up to sort out my tie. She fiddled with it for a few moments before stepping back to inspect her work and ask “What’s wrong with your suit, Rob? It looks fine to me. You look very sexy…just like James Bond.” She lifted up a little on her toes. The piece had some neat catches in it that made you keep reading the music to get the nuances of the tricky rhythm. As I played, I heard the keyboard playing that beautiful mellow Rhodes tone. Lisa was sitting at the keyboard as Bonita was strumming her guitar for a rhythm background. Liz was cool as there was only a sixteen bar area that really begged for harmonica, but she heard it and filled right in. That section was filled with areas that demanded I use a slide to move from key to key.