First you ask me to show you my tits and then brag about being hard." Well, I just laughed. "You started the boasting, s*s. not me." True," she said.S...o, after a few minutes I said. "You have every right to boast, I might add, and I don't need to see your breasts to agree with you. If memory serves me, yours are much prettier than the woman's on TV." She giggled. "Well, I'd need to see your... uh, tool to make sure you are hard for me." s*s! Are you suggesting I show you my dick?" Laughing, she. “I’m going to go to my locker,” I stood up, figuring it was easier to leave than to retreat back into my roiling imagination, “I’ll see you later.”“OK,” She stood up with me. I think she wanted me to kiss her again, in view of her friends, and I didn’t. It just seemed unnatural. I squeezed her fingers and smiled. I walked out. I still had about twelve minutes before the first bell. I thoughtlessly wandered. Cliques and groups of people were coagulated wherever there was a comfortable place to. The rest of the day was spent moving Tina and then the "old ladies", who were both appreciative and happy in their new home. Having seen their old places I could understand why. We left them to get settled and get Tina moved back in.When we got to our door I scooped Tina up in my arms and carried her across the threshold. "Welcome home, sister-wife!" I said as I set her on her feet and kissed her.She had tears running down her pretty face and hugged me fiercely before asking "did you really. ”The release of his dick was like pulling the plug, and I’m shitting everywhere, it’s flowing down the back of my legs, and the sick bastard is trying to stick his cock in me again. I’m screaming abuse, can’t stop shitting, and he’s trying to quieten me down and fuck me at the same time, all of which leads to him pulling me up by my hips and me sliding back into my own stinking mess. I stop yelling now that I’m chin deep in my own shit.I guess at this point you’re thinking ‘she lands in her own.