My hand was still on her pussy, and she was breathing hard. She kept this up for about a minute before it slowed down. She leaned onto me, and I hugge... and kissed her. Then I pulled my hand up to my mouth and sucked her piss off my fingers. She asked what it tasted like. I told her, “It’s not the same as your usual taste but similar. Your piss is sort of a weak tea. I’d like to try it right from the source.”She made a funny face and asked, “Really?”We sat there with her piss dropping off of us. Marie moved in between my legs and gently stroked the entire shaft of my cock; I let out a deep moan and sat up in excitement. Marie reached up with her hand and pushed me back into the chair telling me let her take care of me. She squeezed my cock and started to jerk me up slowly twisting her hand while she pumped up and down.I closed my eyes as I felt her wet lips slid over the head of my burning cock, her tongue was working my foreskin slowly up and down to start and her left hand was. They then went their own ways with town boy John working as a farm labourer on a local farm to make some money and build up his physique, Bert helping his father on construction sites before going to university in September. John was planning on joining the military fed up with being bullied most of his young life by both parents and school mates. Bert had rarely been bullied, but had seen how it affected John and vowed when he had c***dren he would never treat them like Johns parents. To make. She was sitting across the room. She looked serious. Serious and sad."You going to pull me from the contest?" I asked sullenly.She gave me a look I couldn't read. "I've thought about it. What do you think? Do you want to quit?"I rolled over and sat up in bed. "I've thought about it, too." I reached out and took a sip of the coffee she had brought. "If it means anything, I don't like what I did last night. It wasn't very nice." I didn't elaborate."I would hope not." She held up her hands,.