She sat down on the pot de chambre, and a mighty rush of water followed. I cried — “Oh, do let me see you piddle from your beautiful fanny.” I s...till kept up my character of innocence, and used none but infantine words in reference to our organs of generation.She laughed, but pulled up her shift, and raised her thighs above the pot, so advancing the light, I had the delicious sight of her widestretched cunt, pouring out a stream of piddle with great force. Her position brought out all the. Looking her in the eye there was a glint of mischievous there and I just knew she was getting turned on. I slipped my hand under the table and took her foot. She held it there as I massaged, running my fingers over her stockings and deep between her petite toes. She smiled still with that glint in her eye. Another foot came up, this time deeper and right into my crotch. Her toes probing to find my cock. Finding it she start to wiggle up and down my shaft, knowing full well I would get as hard. I immediately recognized the figure as my uncle, but my father put hishand on my shoulder. "Hush, Marcel, there are eyes and ears everywhere.Let me do the talking. Say nothing!"He looked at the rider. "Yes, stranger, what can I do for you?" Hespoke loudly.My uncle spoke in a deliberate croak. "Please, my lord, I am a humbletraveller. It will be cold tonight and I beg some shelter." You may come in, stranger," and my father dismissed the guard. Hehurried my uncle inside out of view.This time in. The last remnants of resistance melted. I was more than ready to be fucked. I dimly realized this while telling myself that I still hated this man. I didn't recognize the contradictions in my reasoning. My body was too excited for my brain to think clearly.He moved his hands between my legs and began to rub my clit slowly. I moaned out loud while my body to melded into his hard one.His fingers left my clit, they traveled down my slit, up and down he rubbed slowly, almost lightly. My cunt was.