What happened to what we agreed last night?” I remembered and immediately recalled that she had agreed to taste my piss today morning.My cock had be...ome semi erect already. I pretended not to recall and asked her what that was. She told “You had promised a taste of yours for my comparison.”I smiled and told “You, women have separate paths for pussy and pissing. I have only one path shared for both sex and piss. Now that my member is rock hard, without providing an outlet for one, the other is. The shepherd was fucking away and I was meeting his thrusts. He seemd to be so excited that he pulled out within 20 seconds and shot some precum. Before I knew it the dobie had taken his place and drove it home. I figured if he holds out I will let him knot me this time. As the dobie fucked away I was already shooting a load. I felt the dobie grip me tighter and felt the knot at the entrance to my ass. With a hard lunge I felt the knot go inside and I just kept squirting come on the ground as. I nodded to confirm his fears. ‘Oh, yes, I spoke to Diane. She told me enough and I could guess the rest if I cared that much to try. But, that isn’t what we are talking about. We are talking about cold-blooded deliberate betrayal. Betrayal of friendship, betrayal of your own vows and betrayal of a promise you made to me once, remember?’ Steve looked at me puzzled. ‘What promise?’ ‘The one where you promised to remember just whose wife Jeanne is and you made it to me on our wedding day.’ To my. Not yet, anyway.About a year before Wendy left me, I went to a manager’s conference in Melbourne, where I ran into a guy called Warren Baxter, who was an old friend from my school days. We had been pretty good friends in high school, and I found out we’d been working for the same company for years, but neither us knew about the other one. After that, we used to keep in contact by email and the occasional phone call, but seeing I had left my home town almost as soon as I left school, Warren was.