“That's like one of Flora's stories,” Megan said.“I imagine it is.” He hopped up. “I have to finish these hedges by sundown, Miss James,” ...e said, loudly. “Bryn, wait. I want to apologize for what happened the other night. And...I want to come see you.”“What about Sir Rowland?”“He won't miss me.”“The other night you said—”“Forget what I said. I really need to see you. And I have to get out of that house for a little while. Please?”He wavered with one foot off the path, and behind his eyes Megan. "Sure," I said. She smiled.She had a checkered shirt tied loosely below her breasts. None of the buttons were buttoned. She untied the knot, and prepared to take off the shirt."No, leave it on," I said. "I'd prefer that you tease me some." She smiled again, a bigger smile this time.The two ends of the shirttail hung loose, covering her tits. But I could see their inner slopes and the swell of her breasts before they disappeared behind the cloth. She climbed up on the little cocktail table right. See, I've been into piss play for as long as I can remember. It all began as a result of my first, being, a bed-wetter, and then having experienced piss play as in integral part of my very first initial sexual experiences, coupled too, with my first experiencing sex with a man, and then with a man and a woman together for my first two initial encounters. In other words, plain old, straight ,missionary position, suckie-fuckie-sex, just doesn't quite do it for me. I can, but I really like. As I’m making strokes up and down her inner thighs, towards her butthole and butt cheeks, her skin is moving. It looks so arousing. As I press down, her outer lips are parting, revealing her inner lips. As I push down a bit lower, her butthole is parting as well, revealing its pink inside. It is a wonderful view. My dick is getting harder and pushing firmly against my shorts now. I’m getting tempted and start making circling movements with the buzzing head of the shaver. Whenever I’m nearing.