Are you curious about your father’s piss?”He blushed. “Kind of.”“Nothing to be ashamed of, son. It’s perfectly natural. Come on.” I led ...im into the bathroom, where I directed him to kneel on the floor next to the toilet. It took a minute for my hard-on to subside enough, but then I felt the release and a heavy stream of urine began to flow.Leo watched the stream with wonder, just inches from his face.“What do you think, son?”He took a whiff. “It smells so good.”“Yeah? Wanna try a taste?”He. But at the same time, it was too much light for a farm house. It might be a truck stop or perhaps a roadhouse or motel a little ways out in the country.Amanda didn’t care what it was. The blizzard was rapidly closing the roads and any port in a storm meant exactly that– any port in a storm. Whatever it was, it was where she would stop. She would hunker down there and tomorrow– or the next day– or perhaps even the next– she would continue on. If there was any phone service, she could reschedule. Her clit seemed to swell as the orgasm climbed. Shecouldn't believe what was happening. It actually felt like she wasgrowing a penis.Her orgasm peaked; she could swear her clit was never harder or bigger.Her balance lost, she fell back to her backside, smooshing the bulge inher underwear.The restroom door finally opened. She hurried inside to clean herself andinspect her clit to see if it had grown. But to her disappointment itstill looked the same."The orgasms are getting more intense. I can. ”“I lie on top of a firm pillow and push a lump in it, then move up and down against it, my weight being on my elbows and groin. At orgasm, I embrace tire pillow, close my eyes, faint and moan with delight”“I move up and down along someone’s leg to stimulate my clitoris. I move slowly and then more rapidly, but still with long, exaggerated movements.”“First I use my hands to excite my clitoris and genitals, then I use the pressure of several large pillows against my chest, abdomen, pelvis, and.