Curiously though she didn’t seem particularly kinky or depraved; it always seemed more like she just didn't know any better. One day while Han was ...at work that girl and I took turns pissing each other’s mouths. I swallowed some of her piss, but I mostly just let it run out. It tasted stronger than I thought it would, but its failure to really excite me might have had as much to do with the absence of the power dynamic I enjoyed. I think I like to be the one pissing and I like knowing that. She cocked her head to the side, which, for reasons completely unknown to me, caused me to watch her nipples bounce ever so slightly. It occurred to me that she knew I liked to look at her that way and decided to give me some encouragement. If so, then we were going to have a very fulfilling relationship.“You really had a crush on me since the ninth grade?” She sounded almost coy, but also slightly afraid of the answer.“You had to have known. The moment you stood and began to teach, all I could. “Just not going to be a person that drifts along on the tides of time and doesn’t see what’s behind me.”“More interesting...”“Things disappear. My husband has a wooden bucket. We bought it at one of those craftsy stores. It’s real. It’s old. They sold it as an accent or a decoration feature. Bill bought it because he saw the tie to a change in the world.”“How so?”“Bill showed me the tool-marks. That bucket was made by a man who had hand tools, steel, probably made by a local blacksmith. The. Once in the room, John took at seat next to the bed. And watched as Liz and I ripped each others clothes off. She was wearing some very sexy lingerie. A nice bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. Very classy, very sexy! She dove for my cock. And sucked it was a hunger. John had explained that a heart condition had prevented him from fucking her for the last 2 yrs. And when they tried to meet some younger guys, none of them could get hard with him watching. Not a problem for me! I loved.