“The English have a reputation for being kinky when it comes to sex,” she smiled teasingly while I watched fascinated as she sat on the toilet, le...s wide apart and commenced peeing. “I have no idea why,” she told me as she teased her nipples and continued peeing. “Your cock likes watching me pee doesn’t it. “My sexual fantasies are hung men as you just learnt. And I do like some lesbian sex with young, twenty-something girls I can dominate.“Your five o’clock guests, Miss Dorri, shall I bring. After her shower she put on a white t-shirt with no bra and some cotton white panties. And now she was trying to tickle me and we were wrestling on the floor and every now and then I could feel her large first breast against me.And glimpses of her panties and I could see how tan she was and no hair anywhere down there. In a blink of an eye I was hard as a rock!My boner was obvious in my shorts. Brandy stared as I tried to play it off and hide the fact I had a raging hard on. There was an. They were surreal and disjointed, and I lay there trying to put them in some order, but that was pointless. It just made the numbness turn into a little throbbing pain and I tried to shut it all out of me.Eventually though I did have to move, mostly because I really needed to pee. That was when I got a real surprise. The dreams and memories and confusion were foggy at best, but seeing my breasts, my nipples swollen and dark and freshly pierced with gleaming white bone rings, brought some of it. A few cars went by, the sounds of engines and the rush of air making him hesitate, but adding intensity to her need. How long had she been unaware that publicly doing this would turn her on so much? She reached into his jeans, not even bothering to undo his belt or lower his zipper. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, squeezing just the way he liked it. He could feel the heat of her palm against his skin, as she started slowly stroking his cock, rewarding him for the beautiful things he.