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123was naked and kissed her forehead. He wished dearly Tina had not arranged this. He took a loving look at Elsie and went out, leaving the door slightly open. He was surprised to see Alan clinging to Nancy upside down. She had lifted her skirt up and his face was against her vagina. She could hear him swallowing.%u201cIs Elsie okay and asleep?%u201d She asked Keith like what was happening to her was normal. %u201cI needed a wee. He loves doing this. I can ask him to stop if you would like to try some. My wee is really just like fine white wine. There, I%u2019ve stopped to save some for you.%u201dAlan turned around on her body but she continued to hold her skirt up.%u201cGo on. You%u2019ll see I%u2019m telling the truth,%u201d she said to Keith.%u201dHe was tempted. He thought, okay, it%u2019s not sex with her is it? Why not? He squatted and put his mouth again her exposed urethra and she weed in tiny controlled bursts into his mouth. She knew what she was doing, he realised, as he could swallow each full mouthful in the pause. It%u2019s bloody divine, he thought. It tasted like a Dom Perignon Blanc, a fine wine he once tasted at a Christmas event hosted by the husband of a woman he once cared for; a wealthy couple. Nancy wasn%u2019t using a metaphor. Her urine could be sold as a vintage wine. It even had that edgy feel of alcohol and made his mouth, throat and stomach glow with a comforting warmth. %u201cI have a lot left in my bladder. You can drink it all if you love the taste.%u201d Nancy said. %u201cMy poo is similar. It tastes of Amedei Porcelana, the worlds most expensive chocolate. I request a donation of two hundred pounds at the Convent for a tablespoon amount, direct from source.%u201dHe could not stop drinking from her.%u201cI receive donations of a similar amount for 70 cubic litres of my The Carer