“I'm so horny," she whispered, biting her lower lip, moving closer, our bodies still not touching.Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and grabbe...d her ass and pulled her against my hard cock and started grinding.“Oh,” she gasped as she rubbed her pussy harder against my swollen cock, our mouths open, still straining not to kiss, teasing each other's lips, our pelvises grinding into each other. Suddenly, the tips of our tongues reached out and touched, teasing and tantalizing each other's. “She asked to see me?” John explained.“Yes, I know, the ungrateful little bitch,” the woman continued, “You had better come through.”John followed her into the back room.It was just a corridor a couple of metres wide. It stunk. The floor was polished white tiles. White tiles also covered the lower walls up to waist height.John had to do a double take. Every two metres or so a naked female backside projected through a hole in the wall. A wooden pole inserted at waist the kept the backside. It was joined by a tongue licking between her pussy and her butt. Still she kept peeing, it smelt strongly in there now having been held in all day long. She knew it would be soaking Kathleen's top and she found that excited her more, thinking of her bra showing through the wet top. She could feel pee running over her own feet, pooling under her. She could hear Kathleen swallowing, never stopping the exploration of her bottom. Finally the flow began to reduce to a trickle, then a few last. We sang with all the country’s leading orchestras and under conductors of international renown. And as we travelled to new concert halls and recording studios, my friendship with Evelyn developed. We had much in common. We were both married with husbands successful enough to allow us to pursue our hobby. Neither of us had children, Evelyn by choice, I because I couldn’t. We both loved travel, our sense of humour was similar. In breaks between rehearsal and performance, we happily went shopping.