She kept still, crying a bit, still shaking.“Fixate on every time a man used you. Touched you. Made you cry. Made you cum. Made you feel alive. Fixa...e on all that and swallow. ”She did, gulping the acrid salty piss down as she thought of her first touch through the feel of his fingers but minutes ago. He stepped away, bending down to pull her up. She was still shaking, reeking of piss, yet he kissed her gently. He brushed her wet hair out of her face, tilted her chin, stroked her cheek.“My. "I hope your not ruining your dinner by filling up on junk food, you know very well that dinner is at five o'clock, same as always." Glancing at the clock I noticed that it was quarter to."But mom, I didn't know when you'd be home and I'm starrrrrving" drawing out the last word to make it seem desperate."No buts about it, you put that food back in the fridge and go do your homework, dinner will be ready shortly" She retorted"Alright mom, but I'm gonna grab a shower first, Coach Smith worked us. I used the tickle offense. Laughter filled the air as she moved to displace my probing toes. Her foot wiggled against my erection very nicely.“Daaaad! Stooop!” she exclaimed, then, with a sweet smile, she reached under the Afghan and, with some fiddling, guided my foot to her crotch. Once again, I was in heaven, my foot pressed to her pantied pussy as she lowered her leg, trapping me.For the next half hour we caressed each other, our sexy game of footsie. I sported a full erection and suffered. We had studied for hours, you helped me with my homework, and even took time to make flash cards for my Japanese class. “Let me take your bowls.” I said quickly, standing and approaching Peter and Danielle. I could feel your eyes on me; you knew something was making me uncomfortable. “She did really well in her classes this year. She ended up with 103% in her Japanese class, you know!” You beamed, and I felt my stomach churn as I lifted Danielle's bowl. Don't say it, don't say it. I begged.