Plain, but comfortable. I kicked off my shoes and switched on the TV.Slowly I removed my clothes and put them neatly on the back of the chair. Iunpack...d my suitcase and filled the drawers. Then I lovingly opened my secondcase - the one that filled me with excitement and anticipation. But first - tothe bathroom.I ran that long, hot bath and used the sachet provided by the hotel. The scentof flowers filled the room as I submerged myself in the steaming water. Ireached for my razor, and, after. She gave me her smile."Yes. I'm free. I'm here for a conference and I was dining with some other professors, but I can get out of that. Where shall we meet?"We met at her hotel. We dined there in the hotel restaurant. We caught up. I had never married. I'd lived with a woman for years but that had finally ended when she left for someone who wanted children. I never had wanted that.And I discovered that Teresa had no children either. She was a full professor at her university. I was a free-lance. "What are you, a Bible nut?" I asked. "N-No," she gasped between sobs, "just a Catholic girl. I-I-I wear this around m-my neck all the time t-to protect myself from evil."This made my already-stiff cock even more turgid: I love nothing more than fucking Catholic females. Even in the throes of orgasm, they always look properly ashamed and fearful of God's wrath.I rose from the couch and approached her. The look of raw terror in her eyes as I unzipped my jeans, exposing my throbbing dick, was. Fast forward to May of this year and more and more of my porn searches were pee related. Then one night after a wed been out for a friends birthday we got back home and ducked and wanked each other silly. But no doubt to the booze I was struggling to cum. My wife told me to touch myself while she pulled and pinched my nipples nipples and talked dirty to me, this usally does the trick. My mind racing with thought of her peeing while I wanked. She asked me what I was thinking about and I rather.