“Well, what do you want me to do?” I asked. One of the (few) problems with a four-hour round of golf is that most courses don’t provide any toilet facilities where you need them, actually out on the course. Indian sex “Stand up, take your knickers off completely and then lean forward with your hands resting against the tree”, he ordered. I directed his ever hardening cock away from the tree and gasped louder as I watched the jet of piss snaking out for yards and yards in front of me. The warm pee spread everywhere but I didn’t care. I replied that, on consideration, I was happy with the way things were. Steve moaned as he grabbed my hair and forced his cock deeper into my throat. “Bend over a little more…..keep your legs straight ……spread wider. . . . . …yes, that’s it ……..Now you can piss!”
I had never peed in this position before, and I suspected there would be a certain lack of control, but, what the hell! “Now pull your skirt up over your bum and spread your legs.”
“Ooohh yes!” I heard Steve sigh as he took in the full view of my long legs, pert arse and naked pussy peeping out at him. “At least when YOU pee standing up you don’t need to shower afterwards!”
“Remember the joke”, replied Steve smiling, “God asked Adam
