I let go the pee I had built up from our walk home it felt great as my pants once again filled up with warm pee. Emily just stared. “Come on,” I... said.I stepped out of the shower and grabbed her hand. I pulled her, fully clothed, into the shower. We both got totally soaked under the stream. The warm water flowed over us, wetting our hair, flowing down our shirts, soaking our bras and down into our pants, running over our pee-drenched pussies. It felt amazing. I reached around Emily’s back. “Your dinner is on the stove and I’ll be in my room if you need me” she said when she let me go and started to head back upstairs. I ate quickly and got in the shower. When I got out I went into my room and decided I needed to relieve some stress. I laid down and started to stroke my meat slowly, and started to feel a little better. But that’s when my mom walked in asking for something but stopped, her eyes glued to my dick and mine on her eyes. What felt like a minute passed by and she. Once again, she turned slowly. Shadi was alarmed. Her butt . . . Her butt was amazing. It was so round. It moved like nothing he had ever seen. It amazed him. It dazed him. One of the young girls whispered fog mist and words into his ear telling him how much she liked guys who liked girls butts. The dancer with Persian eyes moved toward him. She was three feet away. His eyes . . . he hated that he couldnt move them away. He was entranced. He argued within himself. He believed he could break. How, she couldn’t say. It certainly wouldn’t be by the fit of her clothes. She’d been eating enough less since the rape that she’d lost weight.Finally, she decided that she really needed the support she’d been offered, and the streets weren’t in shape for traveling by bus. She called Eric Stewart.“Mr. Stewart, this is Candy.”“Hello Candy. Nice of you to call. Is there something I can do for you?”“I know it’s late.”“Not at all. I don’t go to bed for hours yet.”“Well, it isn’t late to talk, but.