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All my friends know they’re welcome to do so

I also took another pee in my friends bath tub. Right on the edge, into the tub and I don’t even wash down the piss I just leave it.

I needed to piss sooo badly at my friends house while they were showering. The door was locked to the bathroom so I had to decide quickly where I was going to take my piss. I ran out to their driveway which is shared by their neighbor. I saw the neighbor coming back and forth with groceries from their car to house. When it appeared they were done and inside the house I pulled my jeans down and squatted over the pavement. I let out a huge heavy golden stream. As I was pissing the neighbor came out… he left something in the car. He walked up to me as I was taking a piss and apologized for seeing

Lately the strangest place I’ve pissed was in my grandmothers spare closet onto the softwood. She was in the shower and I needed to piss!

I was at my friends house when I really needed to use the bathroom. I figured I could pee in their bath tub without much fuss. I went in there and pulled down my pants and sat on the edge of the tub and peed directly into it. I had to go pretty bad so I went for a good twenty seconds. When I finished up I had toilet paper ready and wiped up and threw the toilet paper in the puddle in the tub. That way they can know what I did.

I had to take a piss on my bedroom floor. https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=646034d565a44

Yes! I grew up peeing anywhere I liked and so did my family. The corner of the living room carpet growing up was my favorite place to squat and relieve myself.

I’ve been thinking about the time my dad started building his garage. I was probably about 17 or 18 ish. So around ten years ago or so. I would help him with smaller projects as he worked on the main parts. He was just finished with a few days of laying concrete. The slabs had just dried. When my dad peed into the half built garage for the first time. The walls were up, the floor down, now some interior work needed to be done. However no doors had bern installed yet. The front of this garage was exposed. My dad needing to piss and being aware of his surroundings, aske

I always clean it up with a towel afterwards, then wash it.

I waited until I got home to take a piss. I’d been holding it for awhile. I got home and went straight to my bedroom. I went to the corner of the room and undid my belt and then pulled my pants down passed my knees. I quickly got into a low squat and began pissing heavily onto the hardwood floor in my room. It hissed out and splashed onto the wood. Some of it started going under my dresser and towards the vents. It was so satisfying to relieve myself in my own bedroom. At this point in my life it only feels natural to piss on wood floors.

I had to piss so bad when I got home from work. I ran inside the garage and dropped my jeans to my knees and got into a low squat and began spraying the cement with my stream. It hissed out, creating a nice little puddle on the ground. I hope you enjoy the photos 😉

Visited my parents after work today. It was around dinner time. I’d been holding my piss all afternoon, waiting to get to their house so I could take a piss freely where I pleased. I had built up quite the tank of piss by now. I walked in the door to find both my parents sitting in the living room. I took off my shoes and jacket. I walked over to the front corner of the living room, stood over the vent in the floor and pulled down my jeans and panties. I got down in a low squat, hovering over the vent. I immediately let out a torrent of pee. It poured out splattering against the meta

I had to piss when I got home from work. I went to my bedroom and took my pants off and pissed into the dirty laundry pile. Now it’s definitely dirty and pre soaked 😉

She could see a little bit of me peeing from where she was sitting. But she heard the hiss and splatter onto the pavement.

My Dad enlisted my help in moving his bedroom furniture around. Not long into the project I couldn’t hold my piss anymore. I told him this and he instructed me to open his bottom drawer, stand over it and pee on his shirts. I took off my bottoms and opened the drawer. I stood over it and let out a few spurts of pee. Eventually I couldn’t hold the floodgates back and pissed a heavy stream directly onto his clean shirts. When I finished up he was standing beside me, and started to unzip his jeans. He told me he needed to go too. I reached over and finished undoing his jeans, and reached into his