Last night, walking with Mark, after dark, was sweet and romantic. Out in broad daylight, it was nice, but in a way I felt like I was showing off my b...yfriend. My boyfriend! I never had a boyfriend before, and it was exhilarating, it was exciting, and it was just plain different than I had ever felt before. ‘Mark, I’ve got to tell you, my parents are coming to pick me up this evening after class. I’ve got to go home for the weekend.’ By now we were standing in line, holding the ugly yellow. ‘Lori?’ She cringed and closed her eyes for a moment then pasted a smile on her face and turned around. ‘Derek?’ Lori found herself swept up in a bear hug that lifted her several inches off the ground, dropping her packages again. Oh, my God. He smelled so good, like pine and Dial soap mixed with his own special Derek-ness. Derek had been her first – her first kiss, her first love . . . her first lover. Being wrapped in his arms again was like coming home. Her cell phone rang and Derek set her. He screwed the tap just a quarter turn, so that there was a trickle of water coming out of the faucet. So far, so good -- the women were still shrieking and carrying on in the front, and it didn't seem like they'd heard anything.He slowly opened the bag and tipped it over slightly, in order to pour the flour into the sink. When he opened the bag the sickly sweet aroma of the flour filled his nostrils -- and the noise from the front of the store suddenly stopped.He could feel them listening,. He smiles his warm smile and says "You are my good piss boy" and holding his cock starts pissing all over me. He has a full bladder and his piss keeps flowing out all over my hair, on my face, into my mouth, on my nipples, down my belly, onto my armpits. It is a long hot golden shower and the taste is quite sweet as it is only water that he has been drinking. He finishes and tells me to stand up and he lays down. "Piss on me" he orders again and I stand there trying to empty my bladder which is.