It was the last summer break before going off to college, and I was 18 years old, and considered an adult. I decided to spend this last summer of "fre...edom" with my dad and Susan. I got settled in and fell into the typical leisurely schedule of sleeping in each morning as I had done for all the summers previously. My dad worked long hours, and his work schedule alternated between working days and working nights. I often spent time with Susan while my dad was working, since she didn't work at a. It was so clearly me, a fine upstanding former college counselor on my knees in the dirt acting like a wanton whore. "I'm impressed that you could deep throat that young man's cock, Wendy," Mark said"Fuck you Mark" I quietly, almost meekly replied."Wendy, should I show these pictures to your husband? I am his friend. Isn't it my duty, as a friend, to tell him his wife is fucking around on him?" Please don't Mark. It'll ruin him. It'll ruin our marriage! Plus, that's the only time I've ever done. My thoughts rushed back to our activities the day before and of seeing her wonderful shaved pussy sending out a stream of hot piss, both in the Kitty Litter, and then later over our bedroom carpet.Sandra was not in her bed. I sat upright. The doorway to the bathroom was open, with no sound issuing from within that might indicate her presence. I groaned. I wanted to return to my dreams and of finally reaching the Kitty Litter so I could pee out in the open whilst watching all those other girls. ” My voice felt rusty so I swallowed a few times. “How long did I sleep?” I felt shy again, a little ashamed that I had been drained of energy so quickly, but mostly self-conscious. Had I really just let him whip me and fuck me? Oh, God. I had. Even more awkward, I had actually enjoyed it. Well, most of it. I blushed more. “About an hour. You needed it. Leave it down,” you added as I started running my fingers through my hair, trying to pull it back into some semblance of order. I complied.