“You gave me a lot of soda to drink.” “Let’s go,” I said. “No. I want to do it here,” Heather said. “You want to piss your jeans in t...he car?” I asked. “Yes,” Heather hissed. I undid my shorts and pulled out my cock. I leaned my seat back and started stroking myself. Heather continued to rub her clit. “Damn, baby,” I moaned. “Watching you act like a piss slut is such a turn on.” Heather moaned, too, and rubbed faster. She scooted her ass forward and spread her legs. She arched her back. "I checked myself in the mirror and casually wiped away a flake of cokefrom my nose. My auburn hair was teased to porn star extremes, while myeyes were blackened with kohl liner and smoky, purple, grey and whiteshadow. My lips were fat and plum. I was wearing 6" spiked heels,clear, with ankle straps around red painted toes and black fence netthigh highs. My silver miniskirt was only 4" long, exposing my black g-string panties and my wide, fuckable hips. My matching silver microbikini top. I saw her huge white ass and I started to hear the hissing sound of her pee. I was fully aroused by now and still controlling myself. Suddenly she started to scream and I rushed there, she was standing holding her bums and still peeing without a control. She didn’t realize the same and her pussy was on show, I was lost seeing her pee dripping pussy.She suddenly realized I was looking at her pussy and covered it with her hands and we saw her panty and jeans both were wet with pee. When I asked. I didn't think much about money, because in my simple lifestyle and with the good paying job, I always had enough for whatever I wanted, even a new car from time to time.I realized the house would stretch my capabilities a little, forcing me to take some money from my investments, but still it wasn't a showstopper. I figured we'd have a hefty mortgage, but I was due for a bonus and a pay increase.I'd also never had the 'how much are you worth' discussions with either Marjorie or Carrie. When.