Part of the play called for audience participation. “You’re right, we go into closed stalls, our legs are often together, we don’t even see what we’re doing, while you stand at urinals with your penis in your hand. “I hoped you’d say that, but we better hurry, I don’t know how long I can hold it.”
Jim jumped up pulling Beth with him and they went into the kitchen, it was closer than the bathroom and the floor would be just as easy to clean. Hearing you peeing, I started imagining what it must look like. Now it’s your turn to piss on me.” Beth took his cock in her hands and reached underneath to cup his balls. Sipping on their coffees they talked about how they’d like to spend the afternoon. It’s so intimate, it was like receiving the most personal gift you could give me.”
Beth kissed him as he got to his feet, letting her tongue swirl around in his mouth. Jim could see her piss hole beneath her clit and watched fascinated as pee started flowing out and falling on his chest and stomach. Jim bent her over the sink and parted her legs.
