" A wave of panic washed over me. I was trying to jack off and I really didn't have to pee.From the doorway Jennifer said, "I think he lied to you." W... both looked at her. In her hand was the shorts I was wearing. The shorts were unmistakably peed in. Facing my wife I could see the anger in her eyes. I was frozen with shame and fear that I would be getting another spanking."What the hell!" Jennifer blurted out. My wife quickly stepped back from me as I realize that I had started peeing.. She bites her lower lip as she looks up at me and I lean down to kiss her. She returns the kiss, eager and sloppy.I push her against the mirror with my hands grabbing onto her waist. She gasps as the cold surface touches her back and I take this opportunity to push my tongue in her open mouth. She graciously allows it to wander in her mouth and even rolls hers against mine.My hands, meanwhile, were busy doing their own thing: they moved from her waist to her breasts and squeezed her breasts. She walks over to her other dresser and grabs a pair of sweats and a pull over shirt. She proceeds to put them on knowing that there is no way that she is going to be let out of the house with that outfit on. "Now I only have to figure out how to get my dads van,” she thinks about it for a few minutes. "I got it I'll tell him I need it to help out Jen's mom." she smiles and heads down stairs. Walks into the living room where her mom and dad along with brother are watching a movie "hey dad can I. Finally, after closeto an hour, Mr. Walker was satisfied. He hadn't planned any of this,but he knew the young man was as good as broken, even if Frank himselfdidn't realize it yet. Mr. Walker abruptly announced that it was timeto call it a night, and that Frank could sleep in the guest room.Frank, as if still in character, dropped into a low curtsy and said,"Thank you, Sir."As Frank walked out of the room, Mr. Walker stopped him, saying, "Oh,Fifi!" Yes, Sir?" said Fifi, turning around."Don't.