Trip to Arkansas

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     Years before our divorce my ex-wife to be and I had gone down to Arkansas for the day and were headed back home. It was a Sunday night and we had decided to avoid the interstate, the traffic and especially any police patrols as we had both been drinking and were far from sober. My ex-wife rolled down her window and threw out an empty beer can before getting herself another can from the cooler. She had took several swigs of the frothy brew as we rode along, and she was carefully watching for other cars as we encountered them or as cars passed us in order to put the can down out of sight.
     The further we went south there were less cars traveling on the road in either direction. Having drank several beers myself, I soon began to feel like I needed to take a piss. We had passed through several of the real small towns and the hilly, curving road soon brought us to a side road. I turned on to the road and told my ex-wife that I needed to piss. She said in a slurred voice that she too needed to pee again too! 
     We had only driven a few miles further when we came to a pull off area where there was a long closed up structure that had been a refreshment stand. We were indeed in need of "refreshment" if you catch my drift! We rolled up to the area beside the structure and a delapidated picnic table of what was a former parking area. I put the automobile into park, left automobile running and the head lights on. Both of us got out of the automobile and left the doors open allowing the interior lights to shine forth into the darkness. We walked around to the front of the automobile to stand in the head light beams. 
     My ex reached down and pulled down the zipper on my fly, and proceeded to work her hand through the open flaps and into my underwear in order to pull out my dick. Her hand tugging at my dick caused it to immediately stiffen to a semi-erect state. Eventhough my penis was semi-erect that did not hinder me in releasing my piss stream because I had to piss so bad. I pressed my pelvis forward and sent an arching stream which had a very long twist to it that shot far enough out in front of me that the stream disapeared into darkness beyond the light cast by the head lights. There was the sound of my piss splashing somewhere out of sight on the gravel of the parking area. My ex had wrapped her arm around my back and leaned her head on my shoulder seemingly mesmer-ized in her half drunken state by my arching piss stream. 
      As I continued to piss, she stepped a short distance from me and popped the snap on the waistband of her white, demin shorts and pulled down the zipper. She then pulled her snug fitting long legged jeans and the green cotton  panties she was wearing down to hobble her dimpled knees.  She positioned herself so that the head lights of the automobile acted much like a spotlight on a theater stage so that her her large, mature ass was facing me. She looked over her shoulder in a teasing fashion and smiled as she placed her hands on her knees and squatted three-fourths of the way down. In the process of squatting, she let a long, trumpeting fart which caused her to giggle with slight embrassment. She then started to pee. 
     My own piss stream had begun to lessen and the arching stream drew closer to where I stood spread legged. I heard my ex's pee stream pelting the gravel surface beneath her naked ass cheeks and splash noisily on the hard pan of the ground. I looked at her and saw that her pee stream was a wide, hissy ribbon issuing from between the dangling flaps of her labia. I watched her pee for a quite awhile before I became aware that my piss stream was just a mere dribble. I shook the last drops off piss from my piss slit and went back to watching her pee. 
     My ex wife kept on peeing her spraying type stream for over forty-five seconds and it was quite a[ppparent that her bladder had been filled to near full capacity. Then the stream and the with the full force spray of urine ceased and became a dribbled flow of pee. The light from the head lights shimmered on the surface of the pee puddle beneath her squatting figure. She than indicated as the last dribble fell from her cunt lips that I should help her clean up her sopping wet cunt hair. I immediately understoodn what she wanted of me and knelt down behind her. I did not concern myself that I was kneeling in the puddle of pee that she had created eventhough the knees of my pants would become saturated with her urine. She half laughed at my action and wiggled her ass tantalizingly before face. I grab her ass cheeks and kneaded the soft, fatty tissue before spreading them. She spread her feet further apart and I moved forward to bury my face berween herspread ass cheeks. I placed my mouth down on her cunt and tasted the remnant drops of her pee clinging to her pubic hair. I breathed in the odor of her cunt and the smell her pee and strong intoxicating smell of sexual phermones. I started at the back of her cunt and worked my tongueing up to her clit. I could taste her saltiness on my tougue as I licked her clean. 
     I spent a good five minutes licking her crotch which my ex paying particular attention to her clitoris. Before long she experienced an orgasm.... I could on withmore details about what happened next, but I will it up to the reader to imagine the events of the next forty-five minutes!