Gaybeef - How it all began

Gaybeef. How it all began.

I was only 17 - years, when my friend presented me with a red lace panties at the time of birth. To slide into them, dress, and carrying instantly brought me, so yes, that quickly promokali panties.

It was a hot summer day, and one of our friends gave a party with a barbecue at the nearby lake. Beer ostyvalo in water, and after two bottles, I had to pee urgently. But I did not want to do it all in the bush, because it was too much sandfly.

At that time I was still very timid girl, even in my most wild dream, I could not ever write to the other, watching for me. But after the third bottle of beer, my bladder again gave the alarm, but this time, I had to rush. What do you do?

Finally idea. I prisela down right in the grass, slightly raising raskleshennoe my dress and just started to write - a bit podvypivshaya and in a good mood. What was unique feeling - just let their urine leaking! My panties dry very well at the summer wind, but promokali again and again.

I saw a few more bottles of beer that night. And every time I wrote through panties.

Since the incident I have done many times. I enjoy urinating in the open air, where there is always a hidden desire to be caught by another amateur moisture. By this not only zastukivanie, but also strengthening jet of urine, which is heavily massages my pisenku with scripture, and I stop at an incredible orgasm.

Another thing that I like is - wear tights without pants, these feelings are so sharp and hot, especially when I am allowing the leaking urine. Sometimes, I progulivayus and warm urine struitsya through nylon fabric, sbegaya on my feet to the tip of the fingers.

I think that I am very graceful and sexual when wet cloth rubs between my thighs. Sometimes I take the drink in a cafe and then start to rub their wet pisenku under skirts. Then I zadirayu its rear side skirts so that the front nobody could see that I was sitting in customers directly to the pope stool. And then I pisayu through tights, but only slightly. Often I can have some fun with the guy for the neighbouring table, while smachivayu themselves.

This - so quietly that I still had never been caught for that. But since the cafe, which I do, are becoming more popular, the chances that one day someone will notice me pisayuschey in one of the chairs, are increasing. What a strong and exciting feeling, it would be against this.