Her sister was pretty and looked like my wife but her sister had bigger tits and appeared to be like a typical shy Japanese girl. At the time me and m... wife both worked and we didn’t have k**s. I was in the military and she worked until 10pm most nights. Her sister spoked little English.One afternoon I came home from work and her sister was in the shower with the door open, the shower curtain was clear (see through); when I glanced in she was washing her hair and I had time to take a good look. It spattered over his whole face and ran down over his chest and belly. At the same time, the second crouched on the tub rim and poured her urine on the cock. The third stood over his head and let her piss rain on his hair. It dripped down on his back and his shoulders. Pissed and wet Alex lay there now, severely humiliated. Nevertheless, he found it somehow cool. The women, however, enjoyed it even more. Both the pissing itself and watching. In turn, they covered him with their yellow juice. I couldn’t stop looking over my shoulder, or analyzing men who got too close. Especially when I couldn’t make out their faces. Something about being stuck in this filthy, piss-stinking narrow space was putting me on edge. Was that asshole somewhere nearby? Did he know I went to the cops? I shuddered.A train on the other side of the tracks whizzed by, deafening and fast. I took a step back and my heel wobbled. I was off kilter, and I felt incredibly vulnerable. Exposed. Violated.I tried to focus. I stepped into her house and the first thing I noticed that her mother was not home and I asked here where she is. Her response was that she was away at Mysore and wouldnt return until Sunday evening. She started talking about the placements and barely 5 mins later started talking about her personal life. Her dad had passed away when she was 12 and life had been difficult for her family since then. Her mother had been like a rock holding their life together. At this point she got very emotional.