I have never had a penis inside of me. In short, my hymen was giving me fits. I knew how to please myself but now I wanted more. I’m not ugly, actua...lly many men drool over me. Nor that I’m afraid of nudity; Nudity wasn't a taboo in our family and my parents raised me in a sexually open home. They didn't hide their bodies when I'd come into their room or any other time I might see them without their clothes and few times I saw them ‘do it’. Today, just like every summer that I remember, we were. Finally, after several more years, the war ended and the troops were leaving. She went to see the parade of men march out of the war torn city. She watched intently, holding her son on her hip. His eyes had grown into their color, a deep sky blue. Her son had turned into a beautiful Aryan boy. It was for this reason the soldier had raped her: to destroy her lineage. It was through this that he had destroyed her whole way of life. Her son was everything she stood against. Her son was the cause. I was transfixed by the beauty of her beautiful glistening wet hairy fanny that was pissing right now. I needed to feel her piss so I put the bowl down and knelt between her legs, feeling the warmth of her piss over my increasingly hard cock and balls. Whilst blindfolded and tied to the bed, Helen, must have figured I had taken the bowl away as we could no longer hear her piss going into the bowl. My assumption was correct as she said rather startled: “Smiler, what are you doing?!” I. “That’s one thing they leave out of the romance novels. I have to pee like crazy.”“Me too,” Phil agreed. “And morning breath. I can’t believe you’d come anywhere near me in the mornings.”“I know mine is worse so I don’t worry about it,” Hailey said. “You can also believe that is not unique to you, too. The few times I’ve stayed somewhere else I was usually so drunk I threw up the night before so morning make-out sessions were not on the agenda.”She tugged him into the bathroom with her.“You.