”“John! Don’t you think I piss on your parade just working for me? Now you want to - drink it too?”“It was just an idea,” he said, blush...ng. “Just thought, as we don’t know how long we’re going to be trapped, it might make you comfortable.”“You are really something else, John Mason!” Anita said, surprised that she wasn’t revolted by the thought. “But it’s piss!”“I’ve drunk it before, if that helps,” he said. “I told you, there are a few girls who like it and I’m afraid I enjoy it too. . His eyes were admiring his young and beautiful girl ; he glanced at her toes before slowly working his way up her feet, ankles and finally thighs. His eyes stopped on her gorgeous ass. He wasn't doing this without purpose - he knew the more he denied her to himself, the sweeter it will be. Ashley's tight-fitting dress made her ass look even better - she knew this outfit wasn't appropriate for cooking but she was expecting Mike and she wanted to be sexy for him and to please him. That tight. After he turns a corner out of the dingy alley I turn around and check onthe woman."I'm going inside to call the cops, follow me," is what I tried to say,not sure if it came out that way. She knew enough to close the door I wasopening and said, "Please don't. He's my boyfriend and got a littlecarried away tonight. I'm fine." Some boyfriend, I don't want to get mixed up in some weird role playbetween you two. Next time keep it inside." The adrenaline seemed to beslowing my mouth down. Pretty. After a wait of a minute or two, the confessional door opened and closed as the first penitent entered.It's her, Helena G... , the priest thought to himself as a light musky scent reached his nostrils.He hardly heard the ritual words that preceded her confession, and even then the murmured words of penitence at her liaisons with other men at her husband's instigation hardly seemed to register on the priest's thoughts."You disgusting slut," the priest muttered to himself, but not having his mind.