Piss squirted from between her cunt lips and splashed everywhere, into the bowl, on the seat and over the top onto the floor. She knew Paul was staring at her cunt and the piss pouring out of it.
Looking down she saw the vestiges of Harry's orgasm caught up in her cunt hair.
Paul had his arm around her shoulders and she had her arm around his waist as she watched him noisily piss into the toilet. He squeezed out the last few drops, but did not put his stiffening cock away. "How am I going to see you pee if you sit there with your legs together?
He came right up to her, took her drink from her hand and pressed against her until her back was against the kitchen wall. She found her hips were moving in time to the finger running the length of her slit. Suddenly Harry's hands moved very rapidly and he held up her bra for her to see. Harry sped up the pace when she kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth.
Leaning on her he lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. Kathy moaned into his mouth as her orgasm hit, racking her body with its intensity.
She was not paying much attention when she pushed the door of the bathroom open and walked into the little room. Paul was standing there in front of the toilet, his cock in his hand. Kathy sometimes liked to be in the same room with him just to stare at him. " "No." "Come closer." Against her better judgement, Kathy moved closer to him. Oh, she had been in the bathroom many times when Pat had had a pee but she had never really watched. I'll just watch." Her voice seemed to be coming from far away.
"Just one condition," Paul said as he gently stroked his prick. Kathy felt mesmerized as she watched the thick stream of urine squirting from the hole at the tip of Paul's cock.