Looking around the room I saw the absolute mess I had made. The mirror I was previously admiring myself in was now covered with drops of golden fluid ...nd a large puddle was seeping from the carpet in the cubical out under the door. Smiling to myself at the thought of one of the poor cashier girls having to clean up the filthy miss I had made. I tied up my hair and prepared to walk out of the store, the ordeal not yet over as I had to leave with the stolen dress.I opened the door and began. I was a dirty little slut, wasn’t I? I had to get out of there. ‘Are you crazy? I’m not letting you do that again. I shouldn’t even be here. I’m going,’ I said. ‘Oh, don’t be dramatic. You know you can’t help being such a filthy little whore. You know you want my big, fat cock.’ I stopped at the door again, seized by deja vu and his vile words. My pussy throbbed with need. ‘Your ass still looks good. It will look better on my dick though, won’t it?’ His voice got closer. My hand trembled on the. Before his infidelity, she would have welcomed it. Even give into his probing of her. Enjoy having sex with him. Not now. Not after that indiscretion.By the time she had her bath, dressed for church, had breakfast with the girls; Charles had awakened. He appeared at the breakfast table just as the three were finishing their meal. He was a mess. A three day growth on his face, his hair not combed, and wearing an old blue robe over his underwear."Good morning, girls," he said cheerfully. Then. My eyes following her hands as she dried each part of herself with long slow swipes.Father it seemed was gone most of the day, so she came to me, gently kissing me. I felt a passion well up in me as I grabbed her head and pulled her to me, deepening the kiss. We spent the rest of the day exploring each other as she explained and showed everything to me. I had never felt as loved as I did that day.Sadly, I had to leave a few days later with only a few brief encounters between us. I promised to.