This day has just been too long and hard

Normally there would have been no question, but John just felt so bad right now. John told her that Miss Furr was still inside and that Sarah would do better to talk to her. He did not feel confident in his own driving skills in this rain. John felt a sinking feeling in pit of his stomach as he deceived the girl. She accepted the excuse apparently, though somewhat disappointed.

Finally, he got home. He was still soaked to the bone. Thus, he decided to get a shower. The waters fell upon his tired flesh. The warm waters beat all his cares away. The grim oppression of the days was washed away. And he began to feel a lot better.

John started to remember his daydream about Maria’s ass and Miss Furr. It was a good dream. He imagined Sarah, Maria, and Miss Furr making out. Illicit phantoms danced in his teenage mind, Miss Furr's tits violated in a waltz of ill repute. John could just see Maria's face as he seized her sweet ass. He got goose bumps as he thought about Sarah's ruby red lips on his burning member. His manhood was reactive to his dirty thoughts. His sinistral hand slipped down to his manhood. Slowly, he began caress his flesh. He became completely lost to the world.

Suddenly there came a rapping on the bathroom door.