I was about to come when she impaled her pussy on my dick. I knew that neither Judy or I had played that day and I always washed down the wall to remove any evidence like this. “I’ll be back in thirty minutes with your next glass. She wrote back, demanding that I stop (at least until she was home.) She also added that she was having a hard time concentrating on anything but pissing. “If you touch my pussy, I won’t be able to pee.”
Who knew she would be pee-shy? I worried about where Judy was but with my daughter holding my erection, I had other interests and concerns. 3 minutes to home: Thankfully the traffic cleared, and I zoomed by. Let’s talk about this later.”
I had urine from the middle of my shirt all the way to my feet. About a minute later I pulled into my driveway. Perhaps to start in the shower to see how the guy reacted and then move ahead slowly.
