I reach in my pocket for my keys and think about how shit my day was. Four hours of practice, followed tonight by at least another hour of studying, a...nd then I have to work on an essay, and this is when I realize I left my keys in my locker. I audibly sigh, which turns the heads of the group walking out of the school. Victoria, the freshman, raises her eyebrows. "You alright, Matt?"I look over at her for a second, and reply, "Yeah, just left my keys in the band room." Oh, that sucks. Better. It was like getting hit by a brick. The force of his stream nearly knocked the back of her skull off. Betty steadied herself, feeling nothing but the hot, stinging rush of bladder fluid against the back of her throat and against her tonsils. It was only moments later when she began tasting the urine and smelling it. She started closing her mouth, the horror of this situation sinking in once more. The piss spattered against her front teeth and lips, sending fine droplets all over her face.The. The sound of his his words, filled the car. “Good girl, god yeah, such a good slut, suck it, baby, that’s it, god that’s so good…” I was now in my element being told I was a slut and born to suck cock. My whole body filled with warmth and I sucked him harder, faster, making him buck and moan. I was on my knees leaned over him and then I felt him reach around me and pull up my skirt. His fingers found themselves inside so quickly. It felt amazing. His fingers worked expertly in my pussy, finding. She told me about her brothers and sisters--she had a twin, not identical, named Rachel--where she went to school, where she worked, the history of her recent dating. "Non-existent," she said. She'd broken up in March and hadn't seen him since. She'd packed all his things and had them stored in a closet. She'd just as soon throw them out, she said. Stumbling over a root, she brushed against my arm with her right breast and I grabbed her bicep in one hand, her forearm in the other to steady her,.