So he tells her that it would be okay if she peed in his car, since he does it himself every now and again, secretly hoping he would get to see her pe... in front of him. She smiles, and starts to hike up her skirt. Once it’s around her waist, revealing her sweet, succulent, unshaved pussy to his startled gaze, she slides forward to the edge of her seat, places her feet wide apart up on the dashboard, knees spread wide, then lets go a long, gushing stream that hisses on its way out of her swollen. I put it down to her young age of only just turning 19."What the fuck are you doing in today, isn't it your birthday today?" Victoria is closer to my age of 28 to my early 30's."Morning Sophie. Nice to see you too Victoria. I couldn't get today off but at least I get to see you today." Aw, and here I am without a present for you. Maybe I can put a smile on your face another way. I also thought I'd finish Sophie's training this morning, is that okay?" Sure thing." I replied "Come and find me. ”“Trust me, mom. Get naked. Can I help you get out of your shorts?” It was weird, but for some reason the story resonated in me. Not that I have any native American blood, but still I felt some kind of kinship with that ancient squaw. Even though my son was right beside me, suddenly I wanted to be naked and have the Great Spirit enter me. I nodded yes, and started unhooking my pants. He helped me shed them as I lifted up my hips. I toss my bra to the side, as Marty dragged off my. I was dating Mike casually and during that time I met his brother Paul. Paul, at that time, was a virgin! (mmmmm - you can imagine how I felt about having a young, stiff, virgin cock inside me). Paul was always over (innocently) at my place watching TV and stuff, so one night, when Mike was at work, it didn't seem out of the ordinary for Paul to be over. We had some Vodka left over from a party a couple nights earlier, so we watched TV and drank. Paul was pretty drunk after just a few, I guess.