Then his father skipped over it, running down his thighs. Then she wrote down “Andy will tell John what happened and John will be okay with it. She had written that they would not close the shower curtain and they did not. Nick stepped forward, smiling a bit. Clara’s heart raced as she stared at the notebook. He was writing an essay on his computer. “Sure, son,” he said, as if it was a completely normal question. She closed the door and leaned against it, trying to slow her heart. Clara’s heart raced as she stared at the notebook. He got up suddenly. Nick turned with his back to his father, who grabbed more soap. She stopped halfway through. For a while they stayed like that, but eventually the two of them got up. Clara knew she was making excuses, but she couldn’t just not use this power. “Do you like that,” she heard her dad say quietly into his son’s ear, still rubbing the boy’s cock.
