"Are you okay?" This brought Kelly awake, her naked body glistening with sweat from her dream. "Kelly? Are you all right?" Yes," Kelly gasped. She did...'t understand what had happened, but she knew her father must have heard her moaning aloud. "Just a bad dream, daddy!" Go take a shower," He beckoned. "It will wash away all the bad thoughts, honey. I'm going to go have a look at the cellar if you need me." Okay," Kelly added. She still felt he treated her like a baby. Wash dreams away? Geez. A. My mind raced as I began to panic, did I have to wet myself because I was trapped in this suit? But that would mean I would be trapped in my own waste? Should I go or hold it? But how long could I hold it for until I went? How was I holding it in? How do I release it? My hand slid in between my legs, gentling resting the fingers over my smooth latex crotch, hoping my hand would be able to sooth the pressure building in my bladder. I did not dare to stroke the area, as the consequences were. At the head of the class stood Mr. ONeil. 61, shoulder length hair, white chinos and a terrible multicoloured baggy shirt that he had no doubt purchased in the 1980s. This though, was not where the more animated boys eyes were focused. Standing next to him and looking tiny in comparison was one of Forest Hills latest batch of French exchange students. If she was any sort of indicator of the average French girl then Garfield knew where he was destined to live in the future. At 53 she was several. Luckily it was our floor, and there was no one waiting.We walked briskly to our room, and when we were inside, I pinned Pat against the wall. Pat managed to release my cock while we kissed. The next few seconds were a bit of a blur, but somehow Pat had her legs wrapped around me, and my dick was in her wet pussy. I shuffled gingerly to the bed and collapsed onto it. Still joined at the groin to Pat.After a rowdy and energetic roll around the bed, we both lay on our backs. Still fully clothed.