) And it's going to be a real, real long time -- frombefore six until almost one at least, but Dad had already said that wasOK. Lisa was real happy ab...out it, and she asked if I could just spend thenight because it was so late. And it's weird because Ms Y. didn't thinkthat was weird at all, even when Lisa said I'd sleep in her bed (ButWendy was jealous and so we're going to be using sleeping bags in theden). I didn't say I'd stay all night but said I'd like to babysit (Isaid "come over" so I'm. Either it was a union rule, or the uniform manufacturers only used ‘Mabel’ or ‘Helen.’ “What’ll ya have, honey?” It had to be a union thing.“Well, Mabel, I was just going to have coffee, but I was just now thinking that the chicken fried steak might just hit the spot.”“You got it, honey.” after writing the ticket, Mabel put it on the carousel and called the order to the cook.While I was eating, I thought back over the past week. After leaving the lawyer’s office, I found a public library and. When he was with her, she was in no way the type of person she is with me. She wasn't quite the slut in the bedroom with him as she is with me. She knows I've fantasized about a threesome with her and another guy. As our relationship grew, I got her more into the idea to the point too where she was fantasizing about herself. It became her naughty fantasy, one she would tell me about in my ear wile riding my cock sometimes.I sat my girl up on my dick, straddling over me facing away. He walked. The promise of a shower was an effective carrot on a stick.I don’t know how many liters I’ve drunk, enough to get a sloshing piss belly. The streams from the water guns hurt the back of my throat when they hit at full pressure. I gag whenever my tongue gets submerged in the bitter, acidic brew, gag when a jet punches my uvula like a speedbag, gag whenever I force myself to swallow a mouthful. But I haven’t thrown up yet. The truth is, I don’t trust the bucket our cheering overlords provided for.