"Somehow I got a vague impression of the puddle as a feeding pool. I don't know why." He frowned. Somehow a feeding puddle sounded close to but not qu...ite the right explanation."Yes. Why else do it?" Eliana turned to Basel and they stared at each other in silence. The issue was bothering both of them, but neither could verbalize their uneasiness.They returned to their analysis and spent several more hours running diagnostics without finding new insights. Around 9 AM they lowered and sealed. Tessa had been surprised, but also delighted. But she wouldn’t go back on her vows.It wouldn’t hurt just to ... kiss Fabian, right? Just a little, just sometimes? That wouldn’t be so bad. No one had to know, and it didn’t have to go any farther than that.Or to let him touch her breasts. That couldn’t hurt, right? He had been very gentle. He hadn’t even touched her BARE breasts, only ever through material. Or her pussy. He only rubbed at it through her jeans, or underwear, with the heel of his. One day though she surprised me with a passionate kiss immediately after, a kiss that gave me a sample taste of my own cum. As repulsed by the experience as I initially was, I could not find it within me to refuse the kisses that followed in later mornings, each one seemingly carrying a larger sample of my white cream.By mid-August, Brittney had managed to train me to not only accept her creamy offerings but to actually have me begging for them. At that point she would delight in making me cum,. I hugged him and told him I would try to come see him in two weeks. And then he was gone, already. I didn’t give my mother a second glimpse as I went to my room, putting away all the presents I got today. I was glad I didn’t decide to throw a bigger party this evening. I was in no mood to party. But then again, my mother would’ve have let me anyway. I spent the rest of the evening watching television while laying in bed, until I heard a knock on my door. ”No,” I simply stated. ”It’s me,” Eddy.