Continuing “After Pool,” but this one’s mostly talk. So, you can skip the boring dialog if you’re not interested.
Dad (MF fmmG. D/s.)
Beverly dropped me off in the parking lot, and I got in my car. Unsure about where this was headed, but it was late, it had been a long week, and I was just happy to have the report finished.
She’s not my boss, but she is an Executive, and she went over the Sexual Harassment policy at the company. I denied sexually harassing her, and she laughed. Washed it down with a sip of wine, and then kept her voice down. Asking me if I felt sexually harassed, working her wedding ring off over her knuckle.
She’s married, though. I met her husband, nice guy, but I can’t say that I really know him. I shook my head, “No, I didn’t, but if you’re worried about me reporting you. It shouldn’t be a problem, you have your department, and I have mine, but. I don’t know if it’s a good idea to have an affair at work.”
“Fair enough,” she snapped to get the waiter’s attention, and handed him the plate. “Wrap this up, and bring me the check.”
He dropped it off on my side of the table, but she said, “I’ll take care of that.” Then took a deep breath. “Huh, I said I’d take you out to dinner, to celebrate.”
“It’s not you, and it’s not me. I have to admit that I’m more than a little tempted.” She got out her credit card, and just set it down on the ticket.
She sighed again, “You’re right, it’s not appropriate,” she even thanked me for being stronger than her, but I’m more than just flattered.
“I have to think about your husband, and I don’t want to do that to him.”
“Well, he hasn’t seen much of me for a while, so I guess I still have a chance to get laid tonight, but go home to your kids.”
She drove me back to the office, and dropped me off. I asked her why she was cheating with me, instead of going home to him, but she just said something about it being more exciting with someone you’re not supposed to be with.
So, I drive home, and then I forgot all about the whole night when I caught my daughter in the kitchen, with her boyfriend. “Oh, you better go put some clothes on.” She slapped his ass, and he ran off. Covering the back of the apron with both hands, but not before I saw women’s underwear. He didn’t say anything.
“I know what you’re going to say, but let me explain. I caught him in my room, getting into my underwear, so I thought I’d teach him a lesson.”
“So, that’s, all this is?” Thank god she was fully clothed. Even though he was scrubbing the pyrex dish in an apron, rubber gloves, a pair of women’s underpants, and his socks.
“Well, I don’t know, we talked about it. Huh!” She rolled her eyes, and turned around to finish scrubbing out the casserole dish.
“Where’s your brother?”
“Upstairs.”
“He’s supposed to be watching you.”
“Well, he didn’t want to watch his friend washing dishes, and doing the laundry in his underwear.”
“Those are his underwear?” They looked a little pink, and pantie cut to be boy’s underwear.
“Well, they aren’t mine.” I thought he must have brought them, but if he was getting into girl’s underwear drawers, he might have kept a pair, for his crossdressing.
I just didn’t know what to think, okay? Maybe I’m a little behind the curve, because I’ve been so focused on my work, being a single father, and making enough money for 2 kids ever since the divorce.
“Corey, uh?” He had a girl in his room, “Put some clothes on, we need to talk.” I slammed the door, even more pissed, and confused, but I guess Gwen didn’t say that he was up there alone. I pulled off my tie, and my shirt, before he knocked on the door.
“Dad, don’t be mad.”
“I’m too mentally exhausted to be angry, but.” I saw them, his girlfriend giving him a tit-job. Not like implants, but at least they’re large enough to completely cover his hard-on. “You’re old enough to start dating, but while you’re in there, you left your sister alone, and she had a boy over.”
“Yeah, uh.” He looked guilty. “I didn’t think about what her brother was going to do, while we’re. Busy.”
“Well, apparently what he was doing was the dishes.”
“Yeah, and the laundry.”
“But Gwendoline told me that he caught her in her underwear?”
“No, not in her underwear. Her underwear drawer, but he wasn’t wearing them.” He shrugged, “She doesn’t have big enough hips, yet.”
“That’s because she’s twelve years old, and.” I sat down on the bed, and held my head, shaking it. “She’s not supposed to be getting into this stuff, in middle school. Huh, I’m sorry. I raised my voice.”
“Daddy?” She pushed open the door. “It’s okay, but if we’re going to talk about this, I need to talk to you, too.”
“Where’s your boyfriend?”
“Oh, he got dressed, and left.”
“With his sister?”
“Yeah, she took him home.”
My son shrugged, “She couldn’t get the car keys, so they took the bus.”
“You’re right,” Gwen sat down next to me, and pulled her arm over her shoulder. “Maybe I am. Not quite ready for any of this, but it just sort’of happened.”
“What happened?”
“Huh, well after you dropped me off, Corey was still out with his friends, so I went out to cool off, and when I came back in. I didn’t know they were here, so I took off my swimsuit, and went back to my room to put some clothes on. He didn’t grab me or anything, he was. Huh!” She took a deep breath, and hugged me tighter. “Busy.”
“In your underwear drawer.”
She nodded, and looked up. “You know my favorite panties?” I shook my head. “The peach ones, with the bow in the front.”
“I didn’t know they’re your favorite.”
“Huh, well he. Messed them up. I should have said something, tried to stop him, and chased him out, but I just watched him. Naked.”
“He was naked.” I petted her hair.
“No, but he had his donger out, but I was, and I covered myself up.” With her arms, she demonstrated, through her clothes. “As best I could, I just couldn’t get any clothes to put on with him standing there, in front of my dresser.”
“That’s okay, and it’s not your fault. If anyone’s to blame, it’s him, for invading your privacy.”
She nodded. “Huh, I never felt so.” She shook it harder. “I’m sorry, but there’s no better words for it. Hot, and wet?” She looked up again, searching my eyes for any reaction.
“It turned you on?”
“More than I ever felt before. I wanted to, play with myself.” She looked down, “As soon as he left, but. I didn’t.” She shrugged. “I got a little mad, too. At the same time, I didn’t know how else to feel, so I guess I felt both.”
“Angry, and aroused, at the same time?” She nodded.
“So, I started yelling, for Corey to come up, and his sister.”
“Sarah.” He said quietly. “Her name is Sarah.”
“Yeah, Sarah started yelling too, and she threw her underwear at him. She told him he likes wearing her panties so much, so he put them on. Then, I kinda. Playfully made him pick up my clothes, and showed him how to wash them. Then, Corey heated up dinner, and we ate. Then, he, and Sarah went up to fool around, while I made him wash the dishes. That’s all that happened, I made him wash my clothes, the dishes, pots, and pans, but I also. Huh!” She hugged me. “I was so horny, I just had to do something. So, I went to the bathroom, and played with myself. Over, and over, I don’t know how many times, but I don’t guess we ever got around to talking about whether or not he wanted to come back, and be my boy.”
“You’re too young for a boyfriend, and how old is he?” I looked up at Corey.
He shrugged, “Thirteen, or fourteen. I didn’t ask her.”
“No,” she let me go, and stood up. “My boy toy. I know, I’m too young to have a boy toy, but he’s so obedient, and submissive, and he looks so good in an apron, and he doesn’t know the first thing about doing housework, but a part of me wants to teach him, and I don’t know for sure, but I think that’s starting to grow into the biggest part of me. I’m just not sure it’s okay for me to want that.”
“It’s fine,” Corey patted her shoulder.
“Look, Corey. I’m the adult here, and this is my house, so I’m going to be the one to decide what’s okay for my daughter. I just, have to give it some thought. A lot of thought, but you said he’s submissive?”
She nodded, “Super submissive, he loves it, really. He needs someone to dominate, and humiliate him, but he can’t let his sister do that to him, because that would be incest, so he’s sexually frustrated, and ashamed, but that doesn’t turn him off.”
“It turns him on more?”
“No, but being ashamed of himself doesn’t make it go away. It makes him worse, and I think. I’m pretty good at it. You think I might be a good dominatrix some day?”
“Uh.” I don’t want to think about it. “I don’t know. Honestly, when I was your age, we didn’t really talk about S&M.”
“Oh, it’s not S&M. It’s just Femdom.”
“Well, I never even heard of that before!”
“It’s short for Female Domination.”
“Yeah, obviously. I figured that out, because your sister’s talking about being a Dominatrix when she grows up, but.” Then it hit me. “Huh?” I shook my head.
“What?”
“Why don’t you go get ready for bed, Gwen.”
“Wendy, it’s Wendy now.”
“Okay, Wendy.” I kissed her head. “Go get ready for bed.” Corey left, but I knocked on his door. “Corey?”
“Yeah dad.”
“You have any cigarettes?”
“Of course not, why would you think that?”
“Huh, well. Why don’t we go for a drive” He threw the bedding in the corner, and just left the bed stripped. “I know you smoke, come on. I’m not that bad an absentee father,” even though I didn’t know that Gwendoline preferred Wendy now. “But I need to ask you some more questions.”
“About what?” I waited until we’re at least out the door, and got my keys out to throw the bolt.
“Huh, well. There’s this woman at work, and she’s been. Well, harassing me. Honestly.”
“Sexually harassing?” He walked over to the car.
“It’s a nice night, why don’t we walk?”
“Okay.”
“She’s bossy, and aggressive. She’s not my boss directly, but she’s married, and I didn’t know whether I wanted to pursue an affair with her or. Give into her, pursuing me.”
“You could report her, for sexual harassment.”
“No, I don’t think I can.”
“Why not? If she threatened you, or blackmailed you, then that just makes it even worse.”
“Because, then I’d have to admit that I’m the victim of sexual harassment, and I don’t like feeling like this.”
“Okay, well let’s skip back a bit. You just said that you weren’t sure whether you wanted to give into her pursuing you, for an affair.”
“Well, I know that I shouldn’t, but. She’s so aggressive that I can tell she wants to wear the pants in the relationship. Hell, she asked me out, and insisted on paying for dinner.”
“Oh, where’d you go?”
“Just Buffalo Wild Wings, but she didn’t want to talk about sports. I just have to think that if I don’t fight it, and just let it happen.”
“Well, it has been a few years since mom left.”
“I don’t know about her husband though. Maybe that’s my problem, I know how it felt, when I found out that she was having an affair.”
“At work.” He nodded. “I’m just going to wait out here, since they know me in there, and it might look like you’re buying me smokes.”
I picked up a 6 pack, not feeling nearly drunk enough.
“That be all?”
“Yeah, let me get a pack of Newport Stripes. 100s.”
“Box, or soft pack?”
“Soft pack.” I slapped it on my hip, on the way out, and tossed them to him. He unwrapped the cellophane.
“You get a lighter, or matches?” Corey asked. I slapped my head. “Don’t worry about it.” He turned. “Hey, man!” Raised his voice across the parking lot. “You got a light?”
“Yeah, you got an extra cigarette?” He pulled a bic out of his pocket. I flicked the filter nervously.
“Nah,” Corey lit up, and grinned. “My pack only came with 20.”
“Give him the pack, son. I’m going to keep the lighter, all right?” He just pulled another lighter out, so I lit up. “Huh!” Took another drag, and waited for my fingers to stop shaking. “Yeah. I decided not to fight it any longer.”
“The woman at work?” I nodded, flicking the filter nervously, even though it hadn’t burned long enough to build up ash. “She hot?”
“Yeah, and now that I think about it, she even dresses pretty severe. Tight suits, high heels, she loves to stomp around the board room in. Behind us, and what’s it like. Being with a dominatrix?”
He laughed, “Hell if I know.”
“Oh,” I remembered holding her hands up over her head. “You’re the dominant one?”
“No, not really. We take turns, but honestly, I’m a 16 year old boy. I’m just happy to be having sex. Here, you want the rest of this?”
“Thanks.” After I dropped mine, and crushed it out. I just played with the filter.
“I’m not really a smoker, and why do you smoke menthols?”
“Your mom liked them, so I started smoking them to save money. Then, she had to quit when she was pregnant with you. It was easier for her, without cigarettes in the house, so she didn’t get cravings.”
“Oh, I didn’t know she smoked.”
“She started up again.” I nodded. “She used to sneak out for a butt, then washed her hands when she came back in. Some study about the link between residual smoke, ear infection, and hearing loss in children. I’m glad, it was just a phase for you.”
“I just thought it would make me look cool, for girls. Then, I got a girlfriend, and she doesn’t smoke, so I didn’t see the need any more. I never got addicted.”
I took one last drag, before it burned down to the filter, and reluctantly put it out. “Well, don’t get addicted in the first place. It’s a bad habit.” I regretted giving away the pack though, and patted the bic in my pocket. “So, what’s she like?”
“Sarah? Well, she’s one of those girls that likes to tell a story. You know, in bed?”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, if that’s what it takes to get her hot and wet.”
“I can’t believe Gwen, I mean Wendy now?”
“I don’t know, she just started saying that today.”
“Well, when she said that. Hot, and wet, that’s when I knew that she wasn’t a little girl any more.”
“She talked about it before, with her friends. I know I’m not supposed to listen in, but some of them are starting to get into boys, and.”
“I guess, I just feel like I missed it. These last few years, I’ve been feeling a little guilty about not being there.”
“You had to work, and we don’t need you as much any more. You did the best you could, under the circumstances, and you’ve been a great dad to us.”
“Thanks.”
“So anyway, I kinda like how she’s so creative in bed.”
“Sarah, not your sister.”
“Of course. They didn’t do anything, you know. He didn’t even touch her.”
“Good, I’m glad.”
“He just made a mess, so she made him clean it up, but I think she might be a natural dominatrix?”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, she didn’t hesitate, not for a second, and don’t worry about him. He’s a wimp, and he wouldn’t hurt a fly. I think they make each other very happy, in fact.”
“So, what’s bothering you?”
“Huh, well. It’s probably nothing, and I don’t really believe for a second that she put him up to it, but you know how I was saying that Sarah liked to tell stories?”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, well I knew that story, and I can’t help suspecting that she was keeping me distracted, so her brother could go up, and Gwen could catch him in the act.”
“In her underwear drawer?”
“Huh, yeah. I guess it kinda creeped me out, I mean yeah. It’s more than a little creepy, especially thinking that his sister was in on it, but I guess the real creepy part is it kinda worked?”
“How so?”
“Well, a girl isn’t really turned on by boys doing creepy shit.” He looked up, a little worried.
“It’s all right.” He’s 16 now, and where do you think he heard those words growing up? “Go on?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know, maybe girls are a little more into that kinda creepy fucked up kinky stuff than I thought.”
“Maybe it’s just girls like Sarah, that like to play games, and make up a story.”
“Yeah, well it’s not just Sarah. Now, my sister’s getting into it too, and I don’t know how to feel about that.”
“Well, if it’s any consolation, neither do I.” I had to wait, until I tried it, with a sexy married dominant woman to find out.
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Bev (FM Work Cuck)
“Hello?” I answered the phone.
“Hey, Bev. Beverly, uh.” After last night, I was afraid that he wouldn’t call me back.
“You better call me on my phone.” I hung up, and got out my cell. … “Yes?”
“Huh, about last night. I don’t want you to think that. I’m not interested, but. I don’t want to make any moves, on you. I want you to do whatever you want to me.”
“Oh?” I liked the sound of that! “Do tell.” I felt my lip. My lipstick, greasy, and pulled a tissue to wipe it off.
“You’re just so aggressive, and don’t take this the wrong way, but maybe even a little manly?”
“Huh!” I shook my head.
“I like that. I was just a little nervous, because I’m not used to a woman coming on so strong, and I didn’t know how to feel about it, until last night.”
“Oh, what happened last night?”
“Huh, I had these dreams, and I don’t know why they weren’t nightmares, but you’re so violent, and cruel.”
“Wet dreams?”
“Hhuh!”
“What are you wearing, to bed. These days?”
“Just my underwear last night. I wear pajamas when it’s cold enough to need them, but it was so warm last night.”
“Boxers, or briefs?”
“Which do you prefer?”
“I don’t know. Boxer briefs, I guess they’re the best of both worlds. Tight enough to see your junk, but not dorky, and childish, like a little boy’s tighty whiteys.”
“Hhuh!”
“Are you hard?”
“Yeah, so hard, but I don’t know whether to touch it, or save it for you.”
“Save it for later, but you have a camera phone don’t you? You didn’t call me on the office phone, did you?”
“I’m sorry, but you don’t really think that they bug the phones?”
“I don’t care, how could you be so stupid in the first place?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Well, don’t be sorry, just get it out, and send me a picture.”
“Of my cock?”
“No, your belly button, dumb fuck.”
“Okay, let me call you back from the bathroom.”
“No! I want to see it now. Whip it out right now, are you in your office?”
“Of course.”
“Alone, in your office?”
“Yeah.” My phone buzzed, so I looked at it.
“You call that a dick? I thought you said it was hard.”
“I’m sorry, it’s supposed to be a turnon getting humiliated like this, but don’t stop.”
“You like it?”
“Huh, yeah. I love it.”
“Huh!” I rolled my eyes, and started unbuttoning my blouse. “Well, good. I suppose you were good enough to expose yourself, when anyone can walk in on you, at any moment, and catch you with your pants down.”
“Yeah.” I held my blouse out, and carefully held the phone steady, to snap a pic of my cleavage, then sent it.
“Hhuh!” While I was at it, I swiped my thumb over to carry his number into [Contacts] when it dropped down. He finally to a picture of it, fully erect.
“Now put it away, and don’t touch it. Even if you have to take a piss, I don’t want you touching it.”
“Okay.”
“Save it for later.” I just hung up, and wiped my face. Felt the sweat beaded up through the makeup, which was smeared, so I went to the restroom, and looked over at his door, on my way past the cubicles.
I just had to release some of the tension, and fix my face, so I could go back to work, but with the report finished, and filed. It was basically just routine things, but I haven’t been so excited in years.
He wanted me to dominate him, humiliate him, and he even said I was manly?
Maybe he ment that I was acting manly, you know. Asking him out, and picking up the check, but I just chalk that up to hormones. My biological clock, screaming for one last chance to have another baby, when I can’t afford to take maternity leave again, and if I do get pregnant with another man’s child, that might be a little difficult to hide from my husband, but he’s not like that.
Would that he was one of those men, you read about. That wanted to watch their wives suck off another man so that when he finished and left, I could help him up. Out of the closet, and he would make love to me so passionately just to stake his claim, and prove that he was still mine, and I still his.
“Huh!” I know that it would break his heart, though, and that finally ruined the mood. So, i got up, fixed my clothes, and washed my hands. Fixed my face, and went out to walk back to my office.
He looked at me, though. Don’t look at me out here, in the office, what if somebody sees him?
Don’t look at him, just shake your head, and get back to the office. I picked up my phone, and texted:
[Don’t look at me like that in the office. Try to be a little more discrete.]
[I’m sorry, I’ve never done anything like this before.]
[Well, if you can’t handle it, I’m going to have to call it off. Goodbye.]
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Johnny (Mm Phone NS)
Wendy came in with the phone, “Uh huh? Here he is.” She held it out to me, “He wants to talk to you.”
“Hello?” She didn’t call him dad, or anything, but I wiped my hands on the apron.
“John?” I didn’t recognize his voice.
“Uh huh?”
“John Balger?”
“What’s this about?”
“Your mother wouldn’t happened to be named Beverly Balger, right?”
“Yes,” I covered the mouthpiece. “Did you call the cops?”
She shook her head, and bit her lip.
“Sorry, what was that?”
“Is your sister there?”
“No, she dropped me off, what’s this about?”
“Well, I saw your pictures in your mother’s office. She put them down, but then when she was done, she set them back up again. So, that’s when I recognized you, and your sister.”
The hair was standing up on the back of my neck, so I looked up. “Who is this?”
‘my dad,’ she mouthed.
“What were you doing with my mom, in her office?”
“Hhuh!” He took a deep breath, then breathed heavily, and raggedly for a few minutes. “Hhuh, whatever she wanted me to. I think I can see where your sister gets it.” I was getting a bone on, just listening to him whacking off, remembering my mother.
“What?” I just shook my head, confused.
“Being a dominatrix.”
“My mom’s not a dominatrix?”
“Are you sure about that? I just have to know, whether she put you two up to going over there, and seducing my kids.”
“No? I don’t know. It was all Sarah’s idea!”
“Are you sure about that?”
“No, not really. I have to go.” Throw up, I made it to the sink, and then Wendy was there, rubbing my back.
“Are you all right, now?”
“No.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know, but he accused my mom of putting Sarah up to bringing me over here, and seducing you, but I didn’t know. Honest, I had no idea, and I’m sorry I ever.” I started beating my head, “Did something so stupid.”
“Stop, stop it before you hurt yourself.” Then, we had a good cry on the kitchen floor, until I stopped, and she got up. Checked the spaghetti sauce, and stirred it. “Huh, we better start the noodles before the sauce burns any more on the bottom.” She turned the heat off, then showed me how to make Lasagna until her father got home.
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Corey (mf Talk)
“Look, I don’t want you lying for me.”
“What?”
“You told you brother that that was her fantasy, and he didn’t even know she was 12.”
“I didn’t even know she was twelve.”
“Well, that’s because you never met her, so you have no right making up stories about her wanting a boy to break in and beat off in her underwear.”
“Well, how’s that lying for you?”
“Who’s she supposed to think told him that, or you that? Now, I don’t know if she can trust me any more, and I have to live with her. I never lied to her, and.”
“Well, it worked out, and how come you took his word over mine? He told you that I said she wanted that?”
“Well, not really, uh! You’re right.”
“Boys lie about that kind of stuff too, you know.”
“I know! But, I guessed you would know better. What kinds of stuff girls like, especially the sick stuff, they won’t tell anyone else about. Like that.”
“Well, it sounds to me like he made it up, after he found out that she was into it.”
“Yeah, but also you said that he likes crossdressing, and getting into your underwear.”
“He told you he didn’t, and you believed him?”
“Well, he didn’t put up much of a fight, but he didn’t even get a bone on.”
“Right after Wendy dry humped him like that, and he shot the second wad in an hour? Of course not. You two might be best friends, but I know my own brother, a lot longer than you have, too.”
“Yeah, but he’s a guy.”
“Yeah, and a pervert, a crossdressing freak, and a peeping Tom, too. So, where we going tonight?”
“I don’t know if I want to go out, tonight.”
“Uh, we’re already out, and I’m driving, so where am I driving to? You want to go back home?”
“No, why? I don’t know, someplace private, where we can talk.” I don’t know if I want to go out with her any more, now that all this stuff has happened, but I don’t know how to say it.
“About what?”
“Look, I don’t want to fight, any more. So, why don’t you pick the place tonight?”
“Oh, so you get the top?”
“No, I didn’t say that, and what makes you think we’re going to do it anyway?”
“Uh?” She hit the turn signal.
“So, were’d you decide to take me?” She pulled up on the side of the loop. “What, here?”
“Put out, or get out.”
“What? You can’t be serious.”
“No, I just decided what we’re going to do!” She laughed, “Just get out, and put your thumb out, so I can come around the next exit, double back, and pick you up?”
“Oh, like a hitch hiker.” I unbuckled my seatbelt. “All right.” Put out, or get out. Now it makes sense…
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Johnny (mG…)
“I don’t know why it never occurred to me to eat it before. I mean yeah, it’s pretty disgusting, but not like it’s gay. Any more than whacking off, it cums out of me.” She just nodded, and watched. Her hands under the table, licking her lips. Glancing up, and down, between my face, and my hand.
Then, the phone rang again, so she had to get up, and answer it, which just reminded me of that last phone call. Her father interrogating me, so much like a cop.
“Uh, fph! Huh!”
She giggled, but I managed to crack my eyes, and see it splashing on the cheese, the burnt crinkled edges, and the red tomato sauce turned brown. “Huh, huh!” I caught my breath, and shook it. Milking out the last drop, I pulled up my pants, and tucked it back in.
“Uh, you missed a lot.” It went all over the table, too, but didn’t quite make it all the way across, to her plate.
“Huh, so who was that?”
“Oh, your sister. She and my brother broke up, so she’s coming back to pick you up.” She picked up her fork. “So, you better eat up, quick.”
I sniffed it first, but you couldn’t really smell the spunk, over the lasagna.
“I guess it’s more exciting when you do it with somebody you’re not supposed to.” She picked at it, “Which is everyone for me. I guess.”
“Huh, well I’m certainly not supposed to be whacking off in front of middle school girls.”
“I was only gone for a minute, not even a minute, and you couldn’t hold it?”
“I guess not,” but I finished cutting off a bite, spunk, and all. “Even though you are so mature, and developed.” I nodded, and took a deep breath, but it just tasted burnt.
“You didn’t get any on the rest of the lasagna, did you?” She looked it over, carefully.
I swallowed, “No, I don’t think so.”
She giggled, “Too bad. My dad’s going to be hungry when he gets home, and my brother too.”
I just blushed, and took another bite, but the thought of that. Those 2 eating my spunk, and not even knowing it, made it taste a lot sweeter…
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