"He looked at her for a long time. "All I have to do is say kiss my ass and you get hot?" So hot I come sometimes," she said without shame."Did you no...?" No, but my cunt started tingling." Why didn't you come?" Because we're just talking about it," she responded. "If you meant it -- if I knew you meant it -- I'd be coming by now, and so wild with the desire to kiss your ass, you couldn't get your cut-offs down fast enough for me."Johnny fell silent, and she perched her rounded ass on the edge. I tried to console her and did a little. We chatted a bit and then she made dinner for us. After dinner I helped with the cleanup and dishes…bringing both of us back to the old days and we laughed about it and how we would argue about who’s turn it was to was or dry. Finally, we sat down and Helen began to cry again. She told me how he had called her all kinds of name and said she was ugly. I felt like going out to find him and knocking the crap out of him. Granted she wasn’t a beauty. I roll up the glove and slide it over your hand, and then I roll it up your arm. I take your left hand and slide the glove on that hand. I roll it up you arm as well. Standing up I come around in front and kneel down in front of you. I pick up your left foot, and take a stocking. I bunch it up and slide it over your foot. It is tight getting the ankle over your heel but with a little work it slides into place. I pull the stocking up your leg and to above your knee. I lift your foot and place it. " she was willing herself on, silently praying to God, Allah, Buddah, anyone or anything, just to keep her peehole squeezed shut for just a few more seconds. She staggered round the corner and there it was, Wetherspoons, and Mike was right, there was no queue. "Oh thank fuck" she gasped, "Come on Abby" Her bladder thrashed and screamed, almost as if it knew relief was close, "please, please, please", she took her hand away from her vagina as she approached the pub, in an attempt to look normal..