"Just give me twomore minutes and you can dress him and then I'll finish." So, how you feeling there, Lori Lynne!" said Trisha, looking at her watch."...That works because if you can finish him in like fifteen, we'll be finebecause there's going to be traffic driving him there." Even going the opposite direction of the traffic," said Carrie, changinghis earrings."Wait, where I am going?" said Connor, confused. "I thought he was cominghere?" He is. You better read those texts so you know what you. Even the last girlfriend who wanted sex constantly would never do that. She opened her mouth a fraction and watched the red smooth, shiny end push its way in between the lips that were soon stretched almost as wide as possible. The tongue touched it, not that it had much choice as there was not much room for both things inside. Just as slowly as it went it, so it was eased back out again. The lips caressing it as the process was repeated over. She heard Mr Jones breath lustfully, and this time. Brenda remembered pleading with Trisha to stop, that she had to pee but the bitch kept putting pressure on her bladder until it finally gave way and Brenda pissed in front of everyone. Through her tears she could still see the crowd of her friends, and of course her enemies too, just standing around laughing at her laying there covered in her own piss. God it had been so humiliating that she hadn't ever told anyone about it except her boyfriend and she hadn't told him about being forced to pee. He cannot understand what this young good looking lady sees in him. He feels like perhaps he is not enough for her. He worries that perhaps his age will show when they are together. She looks at him and she knows he worries about things. She knows he wonders about what she sees in him. She believes he doesn’t know how much she loves him, enjoys him. She is young and she knows that but mentally she is older and she is really quite over wasting her time with guys her age. Guys who are not nearly.