If everyone goes there to shit we won't have to worry about anyone stepping in it and bringing the shit smell back into the camp."It wouldn't make muc...h difference if we were leaving in a day or two, but we aren't. We will be here for at least ten more days while we train the horses so we will need the outhouses. We will also be coming back as soon as I think we can capture more horses. We will need the outhouses then too," I said, and didn't give them any option for discussing it.I needed to. It needed to pop, needed to explode. She needed relief. He got impatient. “Now would probably be a good time to stop. Perhaps I was wrong…” That thought, of being edged yet again, pushed her over the edge. It started deep within her pussy, and spread out from there like ripples across a pond, down her legs to her straining toes, up her spine to her pounding heart and panting lungs. She cried out, “Yes, yes, yes,” her cries getting louder and louder, filling the room. She came. It was. Two more students come to her for tuition.While she use to teach, we all use to sit around her and since that day I use to sit near her to get the scent.In her test, I use to be a topper and her praise infront of other student use to give my bold thought a great kick. Week past and many more unit test came I use to touch her feet and then hug her every time.And by each touch duration and boldness increase.As soon as turion ended I touched her feet and hugged her.I have done at least 20 times. She talked about the way she carried her body and how she wished sometimes to be more ordinary. Her experience with boys had always been rocky since almost everyone wanted to get a feel of her marvelous tits or a grab of her spectacular ass. Boys had not come easy to Stacy and her friends had been her most consistent protectors. It infuriated her that all they wanted to do now was take her down a notch and show her for the slut she was (It was a great film edit I had done). Now that she felt.