Barbara peeked out the window of her bedroom, watching as Cindy squatted near the fence.

Cindy's shorts were pulled to one side, along with her panties; her pink little cunt was showing and she was looking down between her thighs at it.

Cindy's soft sigh came through the screen, bringing Barbara's eyes back to her. The golden stream of hot piss was splashing onto the grass and Cindy looked as if she felt a great relief. This was the second time Barbara had seen the little girl pissing there. And, just like the first time, it excited her. It was not necessarily watching her piss, although that was exciting, too, it excited her to see that succulent young cunt, the pink lips, the very tip of Cindy's tiny clit. There was something appealing about Cindy's cunt, something that created a deep, hot reaction inside Barbara.

As she watched, her nipples distended into swollen tips, and there was a tingling pleasure between her thighs. She felt her pussy becoming moist as she watched. The first time, her response had not been this great. But today, she was responding with an almost-unbearable urge to squeeze her cunt.

Cindy was still gazing between her slim thighs as she pissed, her finger hooked into the crotch of her shorts and panties, but still she was getting wet. Cindy didn't seem to mind. Once, she lifted her lovely little face, almost as if she could see Barbara watching her. Her blue eyes were half closed yet a sparkle could be seen in them. Her pouty lips were half parted. Then Cindy dipped her head again, watching as she pissed.

Barbara sensed Cindy enjoyed pissing. There was something about her eyes, the expression on her face. The pleasure Cindy received from pissing wasn't all due to relief, Barbara suspected. Cindy needed to achieve some kind of sexual pleasure by pissing. And in public, or semi-public! Maybe she enjoyed pissing in private, too.