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Mrs. Lucille Cunningham lives all alone in a large New England mansion. Expecting a special guest, the 51 year-old widow's evening apparel consists of a flattering silken white negligee a choker around her neck formed from a doubled strand of real pearls, and a pair of soft white slippers. Describe construction of dress (http://www.newsgab.com/attachments/celebrity-pictures/244364d1267628932-rosamund-pike-white-dress-negligee-lionel-deluy-photoshoot-2002-pike01.jpg). She takes frequent sips from a large glass of white wine, her clear lip gloss nearly invisible on the rim.
Being so prim and proper in public society, none would have suspected Mrs. Cunningham of sexual deviancy. The anonymity of the internet has allowed Lucille to advertise her various sexual desires online, resulting in a flood of men and women offering to fulfill her primal needs. Per arrangements made earlier in the day by email, Lucille's nameless male guest uses a well hidden spare key to let himself into the house. Hearing the front door unlock and open, the widow Cunningham silently walks deeper and deeper into the mansion. She elegantly drinks from her wine glass along the way.
From time to time Lucille calls out "Follow the sound of my voice young man... Come this way sweetie... almost there honey."
Mrs. Cunningham enters her master bathroom. Leaving the door open, she slides her slippers off her creamy feet. Barefoot now, Lucille glides across the all-tile floor to the shower head hanging from the opposite wall. There are no partitions between the shower and the rest of the bathroom. A circular drain cover is visible in the floor underneath the shower.
The man Mrs. Cunningham has been expecting enters the bathroom. Still holding her wine glass, the older woman turns to face the fully clothed young man. She slowly sips from the glass three times, until it is empty. Lucille places it on a shelf located to one side of the shower head. As agreed, she is the only one to speak.
"Too much wine," she giggles in an intoxicated tone.
Mrs. Cunningham uses both hands at once to slide the silk from her shoulders... causing her entire negligee to float onto the tile. She is not wearing underwear or a bra. Her modest breasts, neck complimented by pearls, and tidy landing strip make her an ideal image of raw, mature sexuality.
The mature woman steps out of her negligee then places one foot on each side of it. Bending her knees ever so slightly, Mrs. Cunningham exhales then let's loose a stream of mostly clear, slightly yellow urine from her pussy. Having been on a rotating diet of wine and water for several hours, Lucille is able to continue her stream at full intensity for almost 20 seconds. Her negligee is drenched. The room is alive with the sound of liquid dripping from floor and clothing into the drain. Lucille moves back from the negligee and descends to her knees.
Confident in what his much older playmate expects of him, the man quickly undresses in the doorway and discards his clothing there. He strides near Mrs. Cunningham, reaches her soaked sex garment, and picks it up with one hand. He brings it to his face and inhales the powerful aroma. The man uses his other hand to grab hold of his cock. He aims it at Lucille and releases a warm river of piss onto the woman's neck and necklace, chest, stomach, and thighs. He is careful not to aim anywhere on Lucille's face. His stream subsides after 15 seconds. Lucille's heart is racing and her loins on fire with intense orgasm. Mrs. Cunningham maintains her calm demeanor and smiles at the man who is hovering above her.
As arranged earlier, the man immediately gets dressed and leaves without saying a word. He takes the wet negligee with him as a souvenir. The sound of a closing front door travels from the front of the house to the bathroom.
"A man who knows how to obey," kneeling Lucille says while rubbing male urine into her pores, "I must remember to play with him again."
Being so prim and proper in public society, none would have suspected Mrs. Cunningham of sexual deviancy. The anonymity of the internet has allowed Lucille to advertise her various sexual desires online, resulting in a flood of men and women offering to fulfill her primal needs. Per arrangements made earlier in the day by email, Lucille's nameless male guest uses a well hidden spare key to let himself into the house. Hearing the front door unlock and open, the widow Cunningham silently walks deeper and deeper into the mansion. She elegantly drinks from her wine glass along the way.
From time to time Lucille calls out "Follow the sound of my voice young man... Come this way sweetie... almost there honey."
Mrs. Cunningham enters her master bathroom. Leaving the door open, she slides her slippers off her creamy feet. Barefoot now, Lucille glides across the all-tile floor to the shower head hanging from the opposite wall. There are no partitions between the shower and the rest of the bathroom. A circular drain cover is visible in the floor underneath the shower.
The man Mrs. Cunningham has been expecting enters the bathroom. Still holding her wine glass, the older woman turns to face the fully clothed young man. She slowly sips from the glass three times, until it is empty. Lucille places it on a shelf located to one side of the shower head. As agreed, she is the only one to speak.
"Too much wine," she giggles in an intoxicated tone.
Mrs. Cunningham uses both hands at once to slide the silk from her shoulders... causing her entire negligee to float onto the tile. She is not wearing underwear or a bra. Her modest breasts, neck complimented by pearls, and tidy landing strip make her an ideal image of raw, mature sexuality.
The mature woman steps out of her negligee then places one foot on each side of it. Bending her knees ever so slightly, Mrs. Cunningham exhales then let's loose a stream of mostly clear, slightly yellow urine from her pussy. Having been on a rotating diet of wine and water for several hours, Lucille is able to continue her stream at full intensity for almost 20 seconds. Her negligee is drenched. The room is alive with the sound of liquid dripping from floor and clothing into the drain. Lucille moves back from the negligee and descends to her knees.
Confident in what his much older playmate expects of him, the man quickly undresses in the doorway and discards his clothing there. He strides near Mrs. Cunningham, reaches her soaked sex garment, and picks it up with one hand. He brings it to his face and inhales the powerful aroma. The man uses his other hand to grab hold of his cock. He aims it at Lucille and releases a warm river of piss onto the woman's neck and necklace, chest, stomach, and thighs. He is careful not to aim anywhere on Lucille's face. His stream subsides after 15 seconds. Lucille's heart is racing and her loins on fire with intense orgasm. Mrs. Cunningham maintains her calm demeanor and smiles at the man who is hovering above her.
As arranged earlier, the man immediately gets dressed and leaves without saying a word. He takes the wet negligee with him as a souvenir. The sound of a closing front door travels from the front of the house to the bathroom.
"A man who knows how to obey," kneeling Lucille says while rubbing male urine into her pores, "I must remember to play with him again."
