Now both of us were laughing. Now I asked her do they hurt, are they paining I asked. What is hurt and what is paining she could not understand.She as...ed what are painingMe – both of them.She - what both now I didn't make gesture but hold both of her breasts and said these. She brushed my hands off her breasts and said why do they pain?Me – I know he groped both of these before you were imbalanced and I gave I light squeeze. She again pushed my hands said you have become naughty and bite my. She lowered the pressure a bit and the stream of piss hit her face directly, filling her mouth with her own fresh and still warm piss. It tasted salty and was filling her mouth up quite fast, her urine was already streaming over her face, because her mouth was completely filled up. This was not the first time Marrie had tasted her piss, she had read about it on the internet and wanted to try it out so she had pissed at herself before showering one day and did kind of like it. The taste was not. We just assumed this part of the island was uninhabited. We fell asleep after removing our life jackets.I awoke first. I was thirsty and quite hungry. Yet I soon found something else to divert my craving. My son and I were clinging to each other in a parody of a lovers embrace in the damp sand. My bare breasts were pressed firmly into his back whilst my ruined bra had slipped to my midriff. My arm lay across his shirt covered chest as my hand rested on his flat abdomen. I let out a gasp as I. " Yeah that's the deal," I said, "250 quid for a solo shoot." Ok it's a deal," she said.Dead on 7.30 I picked her up and she sat down on my passenger seat."Ok are we all right?" I asked."Sure, no problems," she smiled but it was a little nervous smile, "left my underwear off as requested though I don't know why." It's so there are no marks on your skin," I explained."Oh I see," she said.The rest of the drive was made in silence. Terry's studio was on the top floor of a converted warehouse unit.