So,they've got nobody to show 'em what they're doin' right, and whatthey're doin' wrong, if you catch my meanin', Ms. Standish."A referee came up to t...he two women."Your arguing has disrupted the peace!" he told them. "Therefore, Imust now ask you two ladies to leave the bleachers now."Coach Tremblay left the bleachers biddably, but Ms. Standish wasmortified. She grabbed the referee by one hand, and lifted him off hisfeet! Then she looked right into his eyes, and said as calmly as shecould:"I. I wanted to make him feel like I did last night: rejected. I wanted him to feel how hurt the person you love can make you, and I wanted him to suffer.About an hour after the calls stopped, another ringtone played, and I answered it reluctantly, "Hello?'"Hey, girl. Did I catch you at a bad time?" the voice of my cousin Bobby shook me out of my funk."No, I was just about to watch T.V. What's up?" I said, trying my best to mask my nasal voice"Don't give me that bullshit, Kiera. Why were you. Her nipples were even harder than earlier and lifted her dress almost an inch above her boobs. The two of them were periodically holding hands and I watched as she guided his left hand down between her thighs. I saw her gasp a bit and knew John was stroking her inner thigh. By the time dessert was served Bailee and John were both eating one-handed and each had the other hand busy under the table. With dessert almost finished, I suggested that John and Bailee have a drink at the bar and I. There is a wait, a dribble, and finally a torrent gush of piss is forced through the clasp of labia, the torrent controlled by the in and out actions of her pelvic muscles, which tempts her arsehole to exude it’s load too, but it remains steadfastly closed.The piss ceases and she shakes any remains away with a few lminor bounces, stands a little higher, reaches for tissue paper and swipes, from her front, through her crotch and drops the paper to one side. A concentrated attendance to her.