We shot the breeze as we walked; talking about a recent news report on the lack of female restrooms came up in our conversation. Sally mentioned something about seeing a female wet her jeans a little, in a long line at a concert. My cock was tearing a hole in my own jeans as I imagined Sally soaked in piss. I followed Sally to her place and we went inside. I sat on the couch and Sally stood in front of me. I nodded that, that was fine with me, and Sally straddled me, a knee on each side of my legs, her arms around my neck.
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This is a fictional story, the only truth in this is that I do have a cousin in the US. But I was there for the weekend, I went to bed on the Friday night wearing a t-shirt and white nylon shorts and snuggled down in my sleeping bag inside my tent. I want to tell you about something that happened around Christmas time, actually, it was just before Christmas.