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A shower… A shiver rides up my spine, but a few deep breaths later, I’m gulping down throatfuls stopping only for small, dignified burps. If someone had told me this morning that I would see and taste the penis of every boy on the football team, I would have never believed it. “It won’t just be the football team visiting you. Probably not what they imagined I would be doing, but the least I can do is do it well. But from my side angle, I see her pretty face distorted by wrinkles of revulsion. I never had a penis in my mouth before. This is my first time in a real-life urinal situation. Because I understand, not because I’m thrilled about it.
