Recently I went to the Christmas tree - I, my seven-year-old daughter and my girlfriend. Before that, we sat at home, drank beer, and decided - why not go for a walk? My daughter was rolling down the hills, and we were talking. After an hour my Aliska approached us and quietly said ... - Mom, I really want to write! - Well, let's go home, do you take it? - No, I already want a lot! I looked around - but there was no cubicle anywhere nearby. The weather was cool - 15, and even the wind. I did not want to undress my daughter on the street in such weather. I began to think what to do ...

“I want to go to the toilet too,” said my friend, who was already a little under the hops of beer. - Send to the entrance?

I thought ... yes, in such weather my daughter can catch a cold! And at the entrance is warm.

- Let's go! - and the three of us headed to the nearest nine-storey building.

The door, fortunately, was open, and we entered. My daughter begged ... "Mom, I can no longer!" I took her hand and dragged up the stairs.

“Mom, who are we going to?”

- We are not going to anyone.

- Where will I write?

- Now, now, pee, right here.

- But there is no toilet here? A-aa, I can not more! - she barely tolerated.

- Nothing, everyone is writing here. And we are now too ... - said a friend.

We went to the landing between the floors. I hurriedly unzipped my coat and barely managed to take off my pants. She put up with the last of her strength, and now a warm childish trickle gushed from her even before she crouched. Under it on the floor began to form a puddle. My friend also decided not to waste time. She unbuckled her fur coat and trousers, wanted to sit down, but realized that she would have to remove her fur coat so as not to soil the dirty floor.

Then we heard that the door of the entrance opened, and voices were heard. Girlfriend quickly buttoned pants. People began to climb the stairs in our direction! The child continued to write, she could not stop! I did not bother her, let her better free herself completely. The guy and 2 girls passed by us, glancing at her daughter, turned away with understanding.

My daughter finished, the last droplets poured from her pussy on the wet floor. I dressed her pants and felt that I, too, had a beer with a vengeance asking to go outside, and I would hardly tolerate the house.

A friend said ... "Bl @ $ b, all sorts of go here, piss can not be easy! Let's go to the elevator! ”

We went together, as it was necessary to hold the fur coats from each other. And they took Aliska - do not leave her in the corridor!

In the elevator there was a smell of urine, it is clear we were not the only ones who used it for these purposes. A friend pressed Stop, and began to remove the fur coat. My daughter asked ... What will you do? - Also write, turn away, I said. - I do not want! She answered. A friend pulled off her pants with panties, not paying attention to her, fully crouched and relaxed. The first trickle flowed, irrigating the still dry floor.

Then the trickle intensified, and the urine flowed with a powerful hot stream, with a slight whistling. The puddle on the floor was getting bigger.

The flow of it is increasing, then decreasing. This lasted for about a minute, until all the drunk beer spilled on the well-worn floor of the elevator, on which there were traces of urine, probably not one dozen women, and maybe men. A friend smiled rather, with the last push, pushed the rest of the liquid out of herself, wiped herself with a napkin and threw it into a corner. There, where she sat, there was a great puddle, and I decided to sit in another corner, at the door.

We exchanged with her, and she kept my fur coat. Only now I felt that I was going to piss too now! I have not thought about anything else! She lifted her skirt, took off her tights and crouched, relaxed muscles, firing fluid out. A liter of beer drunk by me, also began to burst out of me with a whistle, splashing on the floor. My daughter looked at it, making surprised eyes. But I didn’t care - I felt a buzz of relief, a warm liquid was flowing through my lips, I would like it to last as long as possible.I wrote longer than my girlfriend - I drank more than her. My shoes were already in a puddle, and everything was pouring out of me. I wondered if I should stop, now I would get to the house. But the relief was too pleasant, and I decided to empty my bladder completely. Urine has already flowed somewhere down the mine. I thought that if I had been alone, I would have just made a few movements with my hand on the clitoris, and had finished right there!

Finally, I felt a primordial emptiness within me. I also wiped, dressed, and we, coming out of our own puddle, went for a walk on.

Now I don’t take puddles in my own stairwell with bayonets, realizing that anything can happen, and it’s better to empty your bladder than to walk and endure.