My girlfriend pissing

It was the beginning of a very special day, and one that we would share! And that was enough, or so I thought as we lay there, our bodies entangled and our lips together. "Have you ever called your father?" Mom asked as we ate breakfast. "Has she called me?" I asked in return. "No, she hasn't, Charlie. But don't you think..." "Let me ask you a question, Mom," I suggested, "And maybe you'll understand why I can't call her. If Kelly was away from home, say she was going to school somewhere out of town. And suppose you knew her graduation was coming up, but he'd forgotten to write you and tell you the details. Would you sit on your behind and wait to hear, or would you try and find out what's going on? And once you found out, would you wait for her invitation or would you get ready and go anyway?" "That's an unfair question, Charlie. You already know the answer." "Of course I do, Mom! But I don't know what my father would say if I asked her that question, and I need to know! And frankly I don't really care! If she comes she comes, if she doesn't, well, I guess I have my answer." Thankfully there was no more talk about my father and whether or not he'd be at the graduation. I think if I'd had to discuss my girlfriend pissing much more I would have started crying, and I didn't want to do that, not today! I wanted my mother to be there, and somehow I knew she would be. I wanted Kelly's father to be there, and I also knew she would be, and that was all I hoped for, or so I thought. The graduation itself was almost an anti-climax.