= . I assume he was tasting pee, probably thinking it was mine, but it damn well could have been his own.That was not a very sexual experience for me, but it was a lot of fun.Yeahhh, many times over the 10 or more years I went to the nude beach. Mostly I was with my friend Ed. But I also started to enjoy watching strangers watching me. I would not just squat and piss in front of strangers, that's gross. It would be more like "I got caught"...heheh. I'd sit at the waters edge. He had been all take-take, and no give-give. Technically it hadn't been rape, but nevertheless she'd been hurt both physically and emotionally, and it had brought back the bad memories and the pains."Oh no. I'm so sorry," I whispered, hugging her gently crying form against me. "I didn't realise, and you didn't give me any idea you'd been hurt."It was another ten minutes before I'd persuaded her that I hadn't intended any insult, but I also promised never to do it again unless she asked. I lived in the same stately old home my grandparents had brought me up in and left me after their death. The house was a nice place in a solid middle class neighborhood, but nothing to catch the eye of a lady this fine. No doubt then the draw was my jet setting life style combined with massive wealth-that must be it? Wrong-As a 27 year old organizer for a charity group I made about the same salary as a McDonalds manager. As the low man of seniority on the totem pole I did not do the glittery.Read More
