He just wanted to go home. Home to his little apartment and his lonely life. The air outside was crisp and cleared his thoughts a little. It had been ...hree years since the divorce. All his friends begged him to start dating again, but he just didn’t have it in him. He wasn’t sure why. He and Joan had been high school sweethearts, and he’d only had sex with one other woman besides her. He wanted sex, that wasn’t the issue, it was that no one he met appealed to him. Until Lisa, that is, and she. Well my change included moving near her. We put off going out for a while not sure why I’m guessing it’s because we both didn’t quite know where things would go.When I finally saw Sarah my jaw hit the floor she was still stunning and as fucking hot as the day I had met her. I always had a huge infatuation with her and had masturbated countless time to the thought of her on top of me with my cock buried deep inside of her and feeling her wetness drip down my shaft and balls! We spent the. I had seen that you peed a little when you got up from the toilet seat." I had not noticed it myself and had not cleaned the toilet floor afterwards because I had already washed it that day. "I just had to ask. Do you mind?" he concludes. "Well, maybe not," is my answer. He looks relieved. I ask how he discovered his interest for peeing girls and girls' pee, and he tells willingly, "When I was a kid, I was often down at the beach. There was a group of girls there. One day they were all in. I want to slip inside you. Even though you'd be soaking wet and I'd be fully hard and lubed from your juices, it'd almost be a struggle. As if my cock has swollen to its very threshold and your pussy is tightening, our sex driven to be perfect for one another.You're going faster now, fingers pumping with more force, but the speed is controlled. You want to take your time and build up the momentum of your release. I'm more than happy to go at that pace, jerking to your rhythm and squeezing the.