We both got up and headed for the bathroom to relieve ourselves. "No, not you," she said. She sat down on the toilet and spread her legs to deliberate...y allow me to watch her pee. "From now on," she explained, "you only pee after I pee." I jokingly reminded her that men don't pee, women pee, men piss. She didn't even smile. She just continued to pee and I continued to stare at her doing it. This was another fascination of mine and she was so good at teasing me about it. "Yes, you pee," she told. His hair was pulled back into a pony tail despite the fact the man had began to lose his hair way too early in life. His shirt hung open showing a golden cross peaking out of the deep growth of chest hair. The cross made her smile. She wondered why men like him wear them. She was willing to bet that he hasn't been to church in over a dozen years yet he still wear the cross proudly. Like no matter what sins he does in life the fact that he wore the cross while doing them was like a free pass to. The thought made her a little jealous, but only because she wished they'd known each other as teenagers so she could have snuck in too. He was a handsome man, suave and well put-together, with green eyes and a square jaw, and a sly, knowing way of smirking at her that instantly got her panties wet. He was tall and broad shouldered and his visits to the gym showed. She loved their 'date night,' seeing him in his suit, with his tie off and shirt unbuttoned. Sexy, on top of being her best. I came hard all over myself, then went to clean it up, came back and said hell yeah im sure what ever you have in mind will be fun. She laughed and said "for me, yeah, im horny just thinking about it."Then next time she came over, she brought a bag, and when I tried to grab it she ran over and tackled me on to the couch and yelled at me, saying not till later. With her just sitting ontop of me, I took off her shirt, and started making out with her, and licking her nipples while she finished.
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