He would blend the two images together on a split screen to have them side by side. THEN he would put it all on a disc. It would be theirs forever. He...would make several copies, just in case, and lock them in the safe. It was an easy combination. 15- 18- 20- 36- 22- 32. Her ages at important things in her life, and her measurements.He was admiring the images of her swaying breasts on the screen in front of him, and the sight of him going in and out of her under his nose. He clicked his phone on. But I can’t seem to pinpoint from where ... Or even why?I walk across the hall into the lounge and keep my eyes on the floor. I do so casually as I watch my shoe with each step. Glancing up to make sure I’m heading into the right direction as I make my way to a little closet. There’s a mirror inside that I can use to look at myself, I can try to figure out why my neck and throat burns. After several more steps I reach the door, turning the knob as I scan to check if anyone is watching. I. And if you spill anything or vomit anything back up... Now start drinking bitch. Let's have a countdown."All the guys started counting down. When they got to "1" I started drinking. I certainly knew the taste of cum but this was different. The smell of it filled my nostrils. And the texture made it difficult to drink large amounts. After a few gulps it started sticking in my throat. I had to stop or else I would have started to spill it.In the end I had to stop 15 times but I finally. “Since the dance is next week, why don’t you come watch Sam play at the softball game on Friday,” I suggested, praying my idea worked. “I planned on hanging out after school until the game anyway.”“Since when do you like softball?” Joe asked with a look of disgust. He only considered soccer or basketball legitimate sports.“Obviously since Sam plays on the team,” Mom said with a chipper smirk at me.“I’ll see if I can get off early from work then,” Dad said as he gave Mom a look that said the two.