It was a pictures. Just a picture. A woman leaning against a tree in the woods, her skirt lifted to her waist, and there shooting out from her groin... was a stream of water.Since then I have been fascinated by the idea of watching a woman pee. It is like I lived my whole life and never even thought about it, let alone seen it. My desire to experience the private event of a woman peeing became almost an obsession that I could do nothing about. I was not drawn to watching her in a bathroom. . “What do we do now?” I asked. “I don’t know about you, but I’m going to get drunk,” Dannye remarked. “Dad counted the beers,” I replied. “I’ve got money,” Dannye replied. “Great,” I replied, “But the beer store is a long way from here and our only ride just drove off down the street.” Dannye was not going to be deterred. She slipped into the kitchen and emerged with two bottles of wine. “We can have a wine party,” she replied, holding a bottle in each hand. Dannye found a wine cork and popped. .. with her hands on his butt, she pushed his cock deep insite her sloppy mouth, to pull it out and take it balls deep in again. It looked arousing and while he was enjoying the sucking, she spit on his hard, erect cock a few times which made my cock harder and harder watching that. She knew her way with that dick and his moaning got a bit louder as the excercise went on... the music in the background made it a bit surealistic, the candles in the sand gave it a sort of sensitive touch.... The. . I want you right now..."Suddenly there was a knock on my door. I shot upright, shaking nervously, as my door slowly opened. It was my daughter Rachel."Hey, where's this go?" she asked, holding up a colander.I hastily held out my hand, pointing toward the kitchen, replying, "Oh, uh... just in the kitchen anywhere. I'll get it later. That's ok." Rachel stood there staring at me. "Well," she said. "Ok. But in the meantime, where's it go? I'll put it away." I sighed and heard Mark chuckle. I.