The blonde unbuttoned her jeans and unzipped the fly to allow them to fall to her ankles. Wearing lacy style shorts, she pulled them down to reveal a...curvy arse and shaven fanny save for a tuft of ginger pubes in the fold. She pulled away from the brunette and turned her back to her. She straddled Gail’s knelt body and proceeded to urinate on her bottom, allowing the hot stream to trickle down her arse crack as the rest splashed on her back. When finished, she then got off Gail and thrust. She smiled as she noted, that she had done much to make his life better too…mostly in the bedroom. Their first two meeting had been chaste evenings …dinner at two of the finer restaurants in town…Jen could see the lust in his eyes but soon realized he didn’t really know how to even broach the subject of sex…with a woman. He was a widower who lost his wife over a year ago…not really a player. After their second dinner and his awkwardness when he walked her to her car…she decided to take. I had some married men that I met online that would come see me when I was in their towns, and get some sweet head from me on their way home from work or whatever. One of my regular hookups, named Frank, pulled into the motel parking lot late one afternoon and looked up and saw me on the balcony. I was in a mini dress; heels and all dolled up, waiting for him, but was just getting a little "exposure" time in, as I waited. When Frank came in he said that he could tell that I was into being seen. "Since the cops clamped down on that fire road in the hills, where is there to go?" Darn cops," Judy grumbled, wrinkling her nose as she took a swallow of beer. She really didn't like the taste of beer, but didn't want to be a poop about it. But she did sincerely share her crowd's opinion of the cops closing down the fire road. So what if there had been trouble up there? If the goons from across town hadn't gotten into the act, no one would have been the wiser about that old road being a.