Always including the excitement of getting caught. Always that nice feeling in the head that I was doing something kinky., something that is terrible ...rong. But doing so made me incredible horny. And it still does. Just thinking about what happened makes my dick as hard as the hardest piece of wood on the whole planet. So when did it all start? When was the kick off?I happened around two decades ago. I was still living at home, working some poorly paid minimum wages job, I was at the start of. "With her expressions of gratitude ringing in his ears, he hung up thephone."Great, I get to meet the family."Putting aside any apprehension he might have felt, he turned on thetelevision and watched a sitcom and his favorite variety show, followedby a movie that reminded him more than a little of a classic from hisold life. After the late news, he soaked in a bubble bath until hisfingers started to get pruny, then wound his hair into a bun beforeputting on his favorite black silk mail order. But when I had tocompete with Janice and Amy, I could see why a stupid sissy like mewould be an afterthought to him. I shivered as my mind went back toearlier this morning when he pissed down my throat. It was the firsttime I got to taste John directly with my mouth, and while it may nothave been what I had in mind, the fact that he released something intome was enough.I must have been thinking about that moment for too long because Icould feel him push me forward. "We're here, you silly. Another sip and yet another droplet escapes. Deliberate? You lie back. “Lick the wet.” Without hesitation, I catch the first droplet with my tongue and trace its path upwards. The water is warm with a slight taste of salt from your skin. My tongue finds your breast, finds your nipple once again. As I suck the water from your skin your hand, behind my head, pulls me closer. “Suck me there… Harder… Bite me… Gently.” These are not my words. They are.