How was I to have recognized her tonight? "No," I said plainly, defeated and conciliatory. "No, I don't want you to." I left out the invective she'd h...rled. "Aww, what's the matter, did I hurt your feelings?" she asked accusingly. "Is proud Mr. Lassiter embarrassed that his son’s wife sucks cock for money?" Her words cut me deeply and I recoiled, unsure sure how to answer. "A little," I admitted, raising indignation to cover my discomfort. "No, a lot. Frankly, I'm shocked that-" "Oh, but its. “Yeah,” Southern had a sad look on her face. “What happened?” Duncan asked. “Just like that you know something is wrong?” He just nodded. “She was killed by a drunk driver coming home from her honeymoon.” “I'm sorry,” Duncan said, returning the picture to the shelf. “It was last year. I'm not really over it.” “Do you want to talk about it?” “No.” Southern stepped up against him putting a hand behind his head and stepping up onto her toes she kissed him firmly on the lips. He slipped a hand. His cock is uncut, like mine, only his is longer and thicker. It's actually fatter in the middle of his shaft. He is pissing through his puckered foreskin and spraying this way and that into the urinal. I stretch the end of my foreskin out in front of me and then retract it fully, exposing my wet glistening pink cockhead. I commence pissing. He is looking down at my cock and I am looking at his. I rub my shaft a bit as Im pissing and sort of aim up, then down and then over and back and forth.. ‘…go!’ I rushed straight for Chrissie, but stopped in the middle of the ring. I was the only one who had moved. Too late I realized that, rather than forming two separate matches, Chrissie, Laura and Tonya were all focused on me. Oh-oh. Moments later I was slammed breathlessly to the mat as all three of my former gang mates converged on me in a screaming, screeching, squealing cacophony. I grabbed the sides of my bikini bottom and held on for dear life, realizing there was no way I was going to.