He lightly traced the line up the inside of her thigh and to the edge of her pussy, stopping there. She wanted to be touched so bad she was wiggling h...er butt from side to side trying to make his fingers touch her lips. He spread his hand so that a finger touched each thigh and slowly eased it forward cupping his hand. She could feel the tips of his fingers grazing her pubic hair. He was fractions of an inch from her but not touching her.It was driving her mad as her hip movements increased. He. Then it happened! I was in the arms of this stranger, his arms around me, the kiss lingered, and then our mouths melded as our bodies came close. It felt sooooooooooooooo good. My breasts pressed against his chest, my pelvis against his, a full body hug. I was on my toes as the kiss developed into a full passionate event. His hand slipped to my bum, then pulled me strongly into him. I felt his response to the pressure, he was definitely growing! And I simply put my arms around his neck and. Among others. I was just held back by the whole business of social conventions and taboos, but no more. What would my parents say to this?” I chuckled as I recalled that Mom had once complained to Dad that she found Steph’s clothing a bit too revealing.“Knowing them, they wouldn’t be too thrilled, but that’s their problem. They’ll soften up gradually once they meet the grandchildren, won’t they? Parents usually do. Besides, they’re not crazy fundies, just Greek Orthodox Christians with. ” I laughed.Brandy laughed then and while she was looking up at me, I aimed my stream of piss right in the middle of her tight little pee hole. She squealed like a pig, but I saw her stream start shooting out in tiny little squirts like a small water pistol.“Rick Dalton, I’ll never be able to figure out why I love you so much. Here I sit peeing on the commode with you standing in front of me, your piss streaming between my legs and even hitting me on my pussy, and I could just scream to the.