There was a cold autumn. Isida was walking in the forest and moved rather far from home when she has realized she wants to piss. She did not want to return back but she also did not want to piss in the cold so she just continued to move and tried to hold her pissing. Though she has understood soon that she can't help but just piss. She has moved to brushes from the road, found a discreet place and sat down. And finally she has been able to flow out her hot pissing stream