"Jose, I'll give you fifty dollars a day to haul concrete blocks for this ass," I said with a smile."That is fine, and Rose I wanted to thank you for ...the scooter cover. It will make the scooter easier to start, and I won't have to sit on a wet seat," he said."I had to get you a present or explain why I didn't. That would not have been good for either of us," I explained."It was still a nice thing to do. You didn't get Joan a present," he said."How do you know," I asked."She told me of course,". 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. No, that did nothing for me. It was when done in a private, sexual, kinky way, laughing and enjoying it. When she will slip her panties to the side, looking you in the eye. I download pictures of them whenever I can. I have special ones like Liz Hurley, Elle McPherson, Halle Berry, maybe one I spotted on the street. I fantasize only about women, and they give me pleasure.I'm not sexually attracted to men. But once when I was very young and inexperienced, a sexual predator took advantage of me, and to this very day, I ask myself: "Why did I let it happen?" First, let me explain, readers (and I'm assuming most of you are far younger than I), that when I was 21, most. May I trouble the waiter for a glass of ice water? The fish is making me thirsty and the wine isn't helping much, but I don't want to be a bother to you." she replied.Jack chuckled and said, "Baby, you are not tonight, nor will you ever be, a bother to me. I love you with my entire heart and soul for all of eternity. My days and nights are so full of thoughts of you, baby, that it's hard for me to concentrate on anything else when I'm away from you. Nothing and no one will ever come between us,.