I slid by Tara and went to wrap my arms around Dom’s waist, but he pushed me away.“Stop! I need to piss!”I was confused at first, but in hindsig...t, it made sense. If he can piss, his dick can still work. It took a long while, but finally, Dom’s thick stream of golden liquor spewed from his phallus. His sigh of relief matched ours as we eagerly waited for him to finish. With his dick shaken dry, I volunteered to clean and soothe his battered cock.Fearful he'd leave and never speak to us again; I. Tears blurred his vision as he drove down the street. ‘You’re just like your father, ‘ Coach had said. Was he just like his father? He’d just seen his father fucking Miss Conklin and Lisa Dutille. He was upset but wasn’t sure why. Why did it upset him that his father was doing exactly what he, Rick, was doing? And why was he angry at the Coach for saying he was exactly like his father? He pulled to the side of the road and stopped. He wasn’t sure where he was. He sat there, crying. After what. More

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