There was no need to be shy or thoughtful, it had become just us. Hey champ, you good? Yeah, Im good. K, just checking in. Im good Pops. Oh, some of t...e guys are coming over for a swim in a few. Good. Good day to be outside. I better put something up then. You sure youre okay? You look&hellip, I dont know dad. I guess&hellip,I just feel a little jealous. Jealous? Oh&hellip,listen son, Im sorry. I guess I wasnt thinking, you know. I havent felt this young in a while, guess I got carried away.. Little did they know how much I desired *not* to orgasm. Not like this. And certainly not for *him*. Oh, but no matter what I desired, my body had other ideas. It wanted it. It needed it. "I feel you getting tighter baby girl," he laughed. "You're loving this, aren't you?" No," I grunted. But, the truth was, it did feel good in some sick way."You're lying," he said, grabbing my hand, pulling it away from my collared cock, and forcing it back to the handrail. "But anyway, let's talk about. When he finished I licked him clean before finally looking up. ‘Here you go slut now fuck off’ he said before turning to the other customer. Ashamed and humiliated beyond belief I picked up the cigarettes and head down walked out the shop past the other customer who had watched me drink the cum of the shop keeper and could clearly see from the cum on my face that it wasn’t the first load I’m ingested that night. Once outside I ducked quickly into the alley before anyone else could see the state. We kneel opposite each other on the bed, each with a bottle of orange, we drink, the acidic coldness cutting through our thirst. You are so naughty as you pretend giving the neck of the bottle oral, your tongue and lips licking the neck. I take a mouthful and kiss you squirting orange into your mouth, we laugh, orange is everywhere, the perfect excuse to lick your body, your neck, your breasts, your nipples. Again we kiss you squirt orange into my mouth, it has been warmed by your mouth.