The urge to piss hit Susan O'Malley about a mile from home, making her run all the more quickly. The sexy, year-old beauty with silver-blonde hair loved to exercise, which included going to the gym, doing aerobics and running 10 miles a day, all of it keeping her athletic body looking far younger than her years. Though she had the usual issues with gravity for a woman her age, on her nearly muscular old body, the sags and wrinkles were less pronounced and what was there was decidedly sexy. Or so thought the regular stable of men, mostly young, she had to do her bidding. The first thing she noticed was the snoring from her spare bedroom down the hall, where Randall, her do-little, lazy year-old grandson was still sleeping at 11 a. His mom had sent him to Susan for a couple weeks, figuring maybe the older woman could influence the lad a bit, get him on the right track, get him thinking about work or college or anything to get him off the couch.
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She had to piss, piss badly, and the house was too far away. She was one of those women who, when they had to piss, had to piss immediately. I'm not leaving the house. Her husband had never reached for her like this. She squeezed his hand, and tried to pull free. But Johnny held tightly, a white moustache of milk on his upper lip. She pressed her thighs tight as the urge to piss grew.
He is taller and his hardness pushed against my distended bladder as he ground himself against me. I realised how desperate I was and as he pushed even harder against me, as we stood on the soft grass next to my camp mattress, I was devastated to lose a smidgeon of control and I felt a single trickle of pee escape and slowly run down my inner thigh, down my calf and ankle, to splash in the grass. I froze for a moment, horrified. Mike felt me freeze, and pulled away to look at me puzzled but I could not meet his eyes. He pulled me to him again, hard, and his hand moved between my parted legs.
Walking my usual late-night route home from work, I relaxed and slowed my step. A three day weekend was up, and I looked forward to having the free time. Passing near a park on my way to a house, I heard a footfall behind me. Behind me there was a dark-haired man with a trim moustache.