I headed to a back area as instructed and was soon enjoying a well-earned piss.As I was finishing off a rather good-looking man joined me at the urina.... When he began pissing, he looked at me with a suggestive expression on his face. I have no idea why, but I placed my hand at the front of his cock and let him piss in my hand. After stemming his flow, he placed his hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees. I had never indulged in piss-play before but allowed him to piss in my mouth. It was. Then I would hear Dad go down the hall and take a long shower before going back to bed. The first time anything happened with me and Dad was when, one night while they were fucking, I had to take a piss. Well they finished while I was in the bathroom, naked and on the toilet. I had my eyes closed as I pissed and rubbed my clit at the same time. When I heard a little noise I opened my eyes. There was Dad standing in front of me, also naked and with his half hard prick hanging in front of him. I. An elderly couple started dragging some kind of upright chest of drawers in. I backed up against the wall, as did one of the Chinese women.Another of the Chinese women backed up, pressing her body against the one backed against the wall, to let the old folks in with their dresser. Then, as the old folks squeezed in, the Chinese woman standing in front of me backed into me and pressed her back snugly against me. She didn't look at me or say a word. Oh man! I could feel my boner pressing into her. It seemed strange to me how things had evolved since Sarah’s little conspiracy to reacquaint herself with me, I guess it was a case of reacquaintance, seeing as how I did know her for almost a year before I went to prison. Now she was married. I had been part of the wedding, a fairly important part. I had negotiated all of that with my enemy. Was he still my enemy? I would have to say that he no longer was. And then there was the woman, his woman: that was a totally different matter, which I.