"Ah au Contreras, my darling. Do you want Dulce and me to piss on you?" "It's a treat for me, just like this pie Mrs. Robinson sent over. I don't do i... all the time, but when I do, it's usually pretty intimate and special." Sylvia...." I would crawl under you, Ida, and you or Dulce could piss right in my face, my mouth,.yeah I've been doing THAT since I was about ten. I like to get that way. Maybe I'm getting fucked at the same time, or my boy lover is jacking off, coming all over me, while I'm. " she replied.I smiled simply at my monitor screen and felt that excitement stir inside me.I drove the jeep over to the store, walked in and grabbed a cart. There were a few items I needed so I had not lied to her. As I turned down the candy isle, always need chocolate, I saw her and we made eye contact. But she was talking with another lady. I grabbed a bag of Hersey's and continued to the next isle. I was not totally confidant that she had come alone, or that she even liked what she saw in. It had been a long time since we’d met face to face and we had a lot of catching up to do. I was pleased he still looked good, and had kept his body in shape.Over after-lunch coffee I felt him out and subtly suggested the solution to my sister’s situation. He was intrigued.A couple of weeks after our lunch together I hosted an Easter Sunday dinner and invited him and the members of my family. He and Marsha both understood the circumstance and so met on a level playing field. Fortunately they. He snaps his finger. I look at his face. He motions me up. I follow his command. He leads me to her and points in between her thighs.I again get on my knees. His presence is felt behind me, knees touching me slightly. His eyes looking down on me. My tongue explores under her lingerie. I have never done this before. I try my best but seem to be out of sync with her rhythm.She takes a handle of my pigtails and tries to guide me for a time. In frustration she pushes me off. I fall back. She leaves.