Well&hellip, Juliet, this is the way my family has always been. I know it seems wrong, but something happened between my parents when I was born. They...dont like me, trust me, or care for me… at all. My siblings took up the same dislike and now&hellip, This is the result. I spread my arms wide and looked at the door. I could sense my mothers thoughts just outside the door, where no person could possibly have seen or heard her. I got up and walked to the door, gesturing for Juliet to remain. In between her fully peeing on me, she would call me into the bathroom after she had finished peeing. She'd still be sitting on the toilet and she's open her legs and tell me to lick her pussy clean from her peeing. I loved every minute of it. No subject of humiliation was off limits to us. Month later, we broke up and I never had tasted pee since then. Fast forward to 13 years later. I had become a fully dressed Crossdresser, who even goes out to Clubs and Bars, all dressed up, on weekends.. Then she grasps him in her hand with her thumb under the tip. Slipping that thumb up she spread the viscous fluid around the underside of the head. Alan sighs against the incredible feeling Debbie is giving him. Removing her hand, she looks up at him with a sinister grin. “She must have really turned you on.”Alan shakes his head, trying to deny it. “It was the act of the both of you,” he informs her. “And in partial truth it is. But Debbie hit the nail on the head more—Becky does arouse him. Easily she slipped her light top off and threw it gently on the seat. She followed it quickly with the tracksuit bottom she had been wearing, skimming her knickers off at the same time. As she slipped them off, she eased her deck shoes off as well. In a slightly awkward, self-conscious movement, she brushed her hair back out of her eyes. Still stooped and with her slight breasts suddenly pendulous, full and swaying to her movement, she eased gently past him and stood in the open awning door..