Now that time was spent on my knees, sucking cock.I still spent lunch period with my friends. We were an odd mixture of nerds, skate rats, and freaks. If we had one thing in common it was that we were goody-two-shoes in regards to drugs and drinking, probably since each of us came from a home where a parent or sibling was an abuser. That lead to the silliness of a "drinking contest" one Friday afternoon at lunch.I don't remember who started it but, before I knew it, six of seven of us had juice boxes with the lids ripped off, filled with with water from the drinking fountain. Rather than whiskey, we were slamming shots of water. Not difficult at first, surely, but after twenty or twenty five, people started dropping out. It was only the bell that saved a few bladders from bursting.As I limped to class, cramping, I cursed myself for having played along. There was no avoiding the boys' room now. I ducked in, hoping to empty my bladder fast and get to class in time. Even as I pulled. ' and went off to do homework. I was watching TV when they came in ready for bed, and asked if I was going to tuck them in now. I smiled, but gently reminded them I couldn't do that anymore. They each gave me a kiss on the cheek, and went off to bed.I went to my bedroom shortly after, and took a pill as I got undressed. This last batch of pills seemed to help. I was just falling asleep when Serena came to me.In that dream state I held my beautiful wife. I had been without her for so long, the need for her was blinding. I held her, caressed her, touching her to bring her arousal to meet my own. When I could feel her need, I joined with her, gently making love with her one more time.In the morning, I found the wet spot. "Damn, I haven't done that since I was a teenager." I thought. I performed my morning ritual, and went to the kitchen.The girls weren't as surprised to see me cooking breakfast this morning, but Cindy kept looking at Janie every time I said anything. Cindy vehemently.
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