"Turn around." i say as i pull down my pants he does so and i sit on the toilet and start to piss. i felt so much better. once i finshed i wiped, flus...hed and washed my hands, took another gulp of absinth and before i knew i slipped on a wet towl and landed in front of a standing Nate. He suddenly froze. "oh god, what happened" he said"I splipped and fell. I looked up and saw Nates boxers tenting. and my pussy began to get wet. drinking more absenthe and moved to my knees, and slowly usedmy. A lot of shouting ensued which consisted of us listening and dad doing the shouting. We were told to never, ever do that again. As so often happens with parents, dad repeated several times that we were never to jump or dive from the tower again.Now the truth be told, I was scared shitless when I jumped the first time. I felt I was lucky to have made the dive and survived in one piece ... I was perfectly happy to end my diving career with just the one dive. The problem was now that I was. At this rate I’ll be dancing on stage in a strip club before I complete the seventh challenge.’ Turning back to the email, she read, ‘In general, the challenge is to go to an operating, open to the public, and occupied dance club or nightclub, preferably your favorite club, have at least one drink, and dance for at least one song, preferably three or more. As your proof for completing each task you will need to provide at least five photographs confirming you were braless or, if you dare and it. ”“Then let’s go to bed and make love. I want to sleep in your arms! I loved doing that at Prom.”We did as she asked, falling asleep spooned together. In the morning, we showered together.“Did you decide what you want to do?” Bethany asked.“No. I guess that’s a decision, too, isn’t it?”“Yes, it is. No decision means you won’t do it. I’m curious. Is it going to be just me, Kathy and Joyce?”“I don’t know,” I sighed. “This whole situation is new to me. I’m still trying to figure it out.”“I think.