My name is Megan, and this was to be my escape. For anyinterested, I’m 30, divorced, shoulder length brownhair and small perky breasts. (32b cup...if you care toknow) and yes, I’m shaved. I’m very minded sexually,however my husband wasn’t and the boredom contributedto our divorce. It wasn’t really nasty I don’t guess.We had our fights, yes, but it was a blessing indisguise I suppose. I kept my few belongings. He gotthe dog and the house. I kept my sanity.The. I started the jug and then followed her giggly instructions to get out the cups and coffee. A few minutes later, she was in hysterics, and I'd managed to assemble two actual hot drinks. I took them over to the breakfast bar and sat down opposite her. From here I could avoid looking at anything below her chest. That was distracting enough in itself.We chatted for a while about the evening, about our mutual friends, about both of our jobs. Innocent happy nattering. About the time she finished her. He licked my slit, teasing my clit with his tongue when I let that first squirt of pee shoot out. He was able to swallow some as some piss flowed down his chin.. He was stroking his cock as I let loose a gusher of piss. As the flow slowed down, I moved down over his cock. I grasped his cock and guided it to my sopping wet cunt, guiding it to my trembling cunt. It felt so good to get a dick in me. I clamped my pussy tight around his fat cock. I began to move up and down on his cock. I was so. .. It was all just calm, and people going about there business, as normal. I finished my coffee and retraced my steps as I had to meet my wife in the same bar as I had left just fifteen minutes ago. I still had an hour or so before she would be back, so I took a slow walk and let the air clear my head. I'd had these rumblings for years about who and what I was and my feelings towards both men and women. I loved my wife, but did I love her as a friend or a sexual person. I hadn't known. A guy.