As I moved I noticed my new neighbour for the first time. She was big woman with short auburn hair. Her attention was completely focussed on the same ...ouple as me, an expression of fascinated lust on her face. “Do you especially like what they’re doing?” I quietly asked her.” “That’s my husband,” she whispered back, “and I’ve wondered what he really likes to do with what sort of woman.” “That’s my wife with him,” I informed her. “She sure enjoys herself,” she commented. “Don’t you,” I asked. Lizzy’s bare buttocks were on display, the attractive team leader having parted company with her lower attire in order that she could vandalise the cardboard cut-out of the company logo with her hot piss. From between the sight of Lizzy’s long slender legs could clearly be seen her pee fountain as it squirted from her piss flaps, flowing through the air to splatter messily over the sign which was already covered in a sheen of her spent urine.Lizzy seemed oblivious to the two new arrivals, her. I consider myself lucky that I found three women I can honestly say I loved and loved me even if the love didn’t work out in our favor at least we had it when so many never find love ———————————————————— When I was in my early forties and working on a BBS as a sysop, one of the lead sysops asked me if I would give a new user a hand and install some software on her pc for her so she could use the BBS easier. I had often installed software for new users and had in fact been online when she first. ....My wife Erin loves tattoos. She has a large one on her back but until now nothing more. She’s wanted what’s referred to as a “sleeve” for some time now and decided it was time to get one done by the same fellow who did her back, a great artist named Brian. Brian’s studio is in another city, about 4.5 hours from our home so Erin planned to take a weekend away and get the work done then. She went down and entered the studio for her appointment. Brian was a little behind schedule as often.