The sight of her in strappy high heels, nylons,garter belt and bra was exciting and startling."Baby, you look fantastic; but we don't have time for se... right now, we're going out." I know we're going out." You mean you're wearing those clothes out? You've never done that; I thought we..." You thought what?" she said, pulling the tight black leather skirt up over the nylons and garter belt, no panties. "You're afraid someone is going to look at me?" It's not that. It's just that we've always had. I never saw myself as a “victim” because I wanted to the sensations of sex with her probably as much or more as she wanted to have the sensation of sex with me. After all, how could I be the victim? I was taller than her, stronger than her, more aggressive than her and at any time could have made it stop. I never told anyone what was happening – not mom, nor dad, nor friends nor acquaintances and if I had the chance to do it all over again I would. I’d hike up Ms. Ganelle’s skirt and pull. She needed to go out into the world and enjoy herself. And she knew how to do that too- she knew what she enjoyed. She enjoyed, first and foremost, women. Yuri was a lesbian. She wanted the best women, and she wanted lifelong, romantic and sexual relationships with them. As many as she felt comfortable with; she could figure out her limit when she reached it. She wanted a big, wonderful harem of lovely ladies. And she wanted to fuck them with her long, hard, thick, meaty dick.Yuri opened her. I finished pissing by her holding my cock downwards and me holding the bucket high enough to pee in.On finishing she asked had I finished and started to shake the last drips, but what she was really doing was shaking and stroking my hard on. “I think that is just a lovely cock for such a young boy, I bet you have some fun with that, don’t you?” as she continued stroking, “Have you any more pee to come yet,”?. “No more pee, but if you carry on stroking my cock I will be cummin’ my cream any.