Didn't even have any funk going on, not even my pits, cause I hadn't done a fuckin thing all day. I tore out of my practice jersey, and turning, slamm...d my fist into the locker door. Yanking it open, I threw the jersey, and cleats into the floor. Sitting back, now coming out of my football pants, and striping down to just my jock, I likewise threw them and my helmet into the floor of my locker, didn't even bother to hang anything up. I grabbed my Levis, but before I could get them on, someone. Focus on the taste I'm letting you experience and think about what it represents." She withdrew her finger from my lips and put it back against my pussy. I moved my tongue around inside my head. The taste of my bitter arousal turned me on in a humiliating way. I knew that was one of the reasons Mistress liked having me do this. She knew it humiliated me and she knew I couldn't help but get more aroused by my naughty acts. She pressed her finger firmly against my wet opening. Her tip fell inside. Then my wife asked her in jest, you aren't pregnant are you? My sister in law took offense to it and told my wife it is impossible because she is still a virgin. My wife laughed and gave her an "uh huh", not believing her. They hang up and my sister law had the idea to walk up the street to the d**g store to buy a pregnancy test, just to check.She walks home and goes into the bathroom and closes the door as she pulls down her pants and sits on the toilet. She opens the wrapper for the test. I am angry all over again. My anger must have shown on my face, because he leans over to kiss me, warmly, gently. He’s standing at the edge of the table. He hooks his hands under my knees, and pulls me closer to him, so that my ass is flush with his thighs. He likes my dress because it has buttons on the top. He can touch my breasts without undressing me. All he has to do is unbutton the top, so he does. He lifts up my camisole, white with a butterfly embroidery like my panties. His hands are.