We sat at our usual table, which was outside. It isn’t just me and Billy, I feel like that’d get awkward. There’s Alyssa, Katie, Hunter, me, Bil...y and some weird kid named Drake who said some pretty strange things sometimes but they were funny.I sat next to Billy, as usual. We talked and ate. It was normal stuff, about school and general life stuff. He made a few jokes and I laughed and vice versa. But something amazing happened that needs to happen more. He went to go mess with my hair, but he. Lana repeated the fill-and-swallow process several times until the stream dwindled, each time looking seductively at Nick as she swallowed his wife's piss.Finally Sherri’s stream dribbled and stopped. Without being told Lana craned her neck to lick the remaining drops from her labia, and wormed her tongue between them to lick her tiny pee hole, too. Nick, standing next to his wife, found himself stroking his cock, hard again and close to orgasm. He pushed closer and squeezed next to his wife,. Unfortunately, there was a snag in that plan. The caravan was fitted with a tiny shower, but the water wouldn't heat up. My parents called reception, who sent a plumber, and they spent an hour trying to fix it before giving up. There wasn't another available caravan of that size, and the replacement part needed for the shower wasn't available, so we would need to use the communal showers.We all went down to the showers as a family. There were two blocks, one for each gender, and separate. "Be right with you," said Lou Anne as she breezed by. Mitch just waved at her."It's a romance novel ... sort of," said Kris."Sort of?" It's ridiculous and stupid and completely impossible," said Kris. "But it's what I'm writing." So write something else," suggested Mitch."I wish I could remember what I usually write about," sighed Kris."What if you usually write romance novels with completely impossible plots?" That can't be," said Kris. "If I had been doing this for a living, I would have put.