Concerned that I could accidently piss on my jeans and panties, I quickly yanked them off, and placed them a safe distance away. I squatted, and felt ...the relief as the hot piss start to flow. I started to feel a strange sexiness, the position of squatting, with my bare ass to the elements, I could imagine squatting like I would do to a boyfriend, just before pushing down on his cock, made my pussy pulse, the hot stream of piss gushing out over my twitching pussy lips just amplified the feeling.. If they started, there didn't seem to be any way to stop them other than screaming. It worries me when no one asks first. It is on the edge of rape. Kenny, I don't want to be raped." Babs, that's why we need to stay together on swinging weekends. Some in the family don't seem to have limits while we do. We will just have to be careful. There are those in the lifestyle who also seem to have no limits."I wonder if we should get the younger ones to meet somewhere away from the older ones who are. "Daddy," Emily said as she appeared in the doorway to the study, "Kim and I want to go to the mall and maybe the movies. Can I borrow the car." She cocked her head to the side, trying to be cute, like she did every time she wanted something.Jack turned to her and tried to keep his guilt from showing. Emily was dressed in cut off jeans that showed far too much of her legs. Her baby doll T-shirt was snug on her perky tits and showed off just a little midriff. Emily's ponytail bobbed as she cocked. .?’ ‘We needed proof he was really Daddy, so I took a DNA test. He is my father!’ ‘But, I don’t follow? I tried the hospital.’ ‘This was Newcastle General, I’m a nurse. I was on the team that admitted him.’ ‘Newcastle? But he was in York.’ ‘Mrs. Jonsson. Will you now see your ex-husband?’ Silence. Then a quiet, ‘Yes. Of course.’ There was the sound of chairs moving and then they came round the corner. I was seated on the bench seat which ran along the wall. ‘Hello Ann. You’re certainly.