Howard. Do you want me...for babysitting?I say, smirking mischievously. I hear her breathing increase as she becomes more nervous. Ms. Howard: uh...ye......yes, I do. For babysitting that is. Is tomorrow night okay? About 6 o'clock?I smile and nod my head to myself. Me: It's perfect. When will I see you after six?She hesitates. Ms. Howard: umm...when will you see me after 6?I crease my brow in confusion. Was this a hard question?Me: Yes Ms.Howard. When will you be coming home?She lets out a small. I could just imagine a big hard cock sliding into my fuck hole. I really love to fuck and suck cock. I love when his warm cream sides down my throat. I used to feed my last sex toy the pills I got from the Orient to make him cum more often and cum in huge loads. I loved to pull his pants down and suck him many times during the day and then at night I would suck his huge cock for hours. I had two eighteen year old fuck toys that were young and black and hung like stallions. We did the best. He should be writing for The New Yorker, or one of those classy magazines." Sounds like a harmonious relationship," I laughed.My father looked over at me and shook his head slightly. I think I still baffledhim but I couldn't help it. I was being less guarded with my language these days. I was going to have to be careful since I had a tendency to swear. What might have been acceptable in the nineties was definitely not in the sixties. I was growing accustomed to my surroundings in this second. Her urged me on to drink as much water as I could handle, and the caffeine pills and the water started that familiar feeling. He led me down to the river bank, he stretched out on his back, smiling up at me. I didn’t need to be told what to do next, I squatted over him, felt that squeezing urge to pee, and I let go. My golden piss gushed out in a shower, I looked down, saw my yellow streams pouring out of me, splattering against his skin. His face wore an expression of pure bliss, and I.