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We're back at my place. We're hanging out, talking about life in general. I'm leaning against the wall and loving listening to the way you talk. I get the feeling that I need to piss, and I know that you love seeing me do it in my jeans. So as you are explaining something, I start squirming and showing off to you. Your words falter, and you notice what I am doing. Your eyes are on stalks as I wriggle and upon sliding my hands in my jeans, releasing a giant stream of piss, right there in front of you. I notice the huge bulge in your jeans as you watch me, it gets me even more turned on and even wetter! I think we should continue this conversation in my bedroom....