I often re-remember a girl at a music festival who was dancing only a few feet away from me. With no drama, she slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and pulled down her knickers as she squatted where she had been dancing, at the edge of the crowd. I clearly saw the little curl of her pee sparking in the light, as she openly tinkled into the grass right in front of me. When she was comfortable again she stood up, put her clothes back on, and carried on dancing.
She was very pretty, blonde, curly hair, and a very trim figure.
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