I asked her to roll down the windows. She reluctantly did.Me: You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.She: It’s okay.Me: No I am serious. R...ll it up.By saying that I got up and rolled up the windows only for the water to come in. She seems to be enjoying the rains.Honestly speaking, by this time I too was enjoying this. We two were getting wet in the rains and she was looking gorgeous. But we had to roll it up again as the guy in the back seat complained about it.She: That guy is. ”I had a stiff cock ready for fucking, not for peeing, and it is then a little bit hard to pee. But then I came. I peed her over the head in her hair, the over the face, then she spread the mouth and caught my pee, then she gave me her melons to be peed, and I splattered over her bosom, her belly. Nelly began to breathe heavily, and as I peed on her cunt, she had an orgasm. She cried loudly: “I will be fucked!”. I ended peeing on her thighs. Then she sat still in the tube, wet and said: “I. It's a girl I’m sure, but who I’m definitely not sure.I don't have a chance to think, as I feel a tongue licking and stroking the outside and inside of my pussy lips. It circles my clit. It pokes gently at my entrance. I’m so wet and wanting more. The excitement builds like nothing I’ve experienced before, knowing that this is a woman playing with me and that my husband has set this up.Hands hold my hips. The mouth closes around my pussy. The tongue seeks out my clit. The lips close around my. I wanted to take her now, like this, instead of from behind like in our fantasy talk. I unbuttoned my pants, unzipped, and my rod shot straight out. I reached for the condom and started to open it, but she stopped me. With a sweet southern accent filled with sexual urging, “I’m on the pill, you don’t need that.” The way she said, ‘that’ would give any guy a hard on. It was with a southern drawl mixed with whiskey and daring. It was a very naughty ‘that,’ said with big blue dilated eyes in.