“Come on, Crystal. What’s the gig worth? How fucked are we if we don’t do it?”“Our funds aren’t in the best state, ” Crystal admitted.�...�Fuck, Crystal, ” I exclaimed. “Are you serious? We made a mess of things in Detroit and look at the shit that got thrown at us at the Sisterhood Festival. Are we going to erase the very last trace of our credibility in Hicksville, South Carolina?”“What’s the bottom line, Crystal?” chipped in Judy. “Do we have a choice?”“We always have a choice, ” Crystal said. I settled her down on the toilet, balancing her upright, and said, "You may proceed."Nilwint shuddered with humiliation as I watched her empty her cloaca, then lifted her slightly on still-unsteady legs to clean her anus. I pulled her upright, and held her against my side as I fished my cock out of my pants and emptied my own bladder into the bowl as she watched.As I shook the last drops off into the bowl, I mused aloud. "I'll have to ask the gardener if chicken shit makes good fertilizer. I. You could try sitting near the front part of the bus and when someone tries to touch you, you turn around and look them right into the eye and let them know that you do not appreciate being touched and if that doesn’t stop it, report them.” She smiled and left.In outlook, I had some emails from my department and a few from other departments that I needed to read and/or take action on. Then I noticed an email from Mr. Wood. After yesterday when I received that now famous email about the meeting. What was up with this girl? She sure wasn't the little girl I last knew 2 years ago... I wasn't sure what to think, but my cock sure did.Jenny took a shower to rinse the chlorine out of her hair, and we both got dressed. I certainly smiled when she came back out in that little camisole that showed off her boobs so nicely. Aunt Mary was home soon after this, and unlike Cousin Jenny and exactly like Cousin Jenny, Mary was everything I remembered. She was the same short, petite, curvy, chesty,.