Marcia explained that we were just on our way over to Becky's place, and Mike suggested that they could drive us. I was trying to smile and shake my h...ad 'no' at the same time, but Marcia wasn't paying too much attention to me anyway. She agreed, and opened the back door to the car. I hesitated before getting in -- I didn't know these guys, but I guess Marcia knew Mike well enough. I got in, trying to smooth my skirt under me as I sat down, to see Mike twisting around in the driver's seat to. She had written it on special stationary and had used her quill and ink set. As a poor college student it was astounding that she would spring for such a luxury in the first place. Every time she used it she risked wasting it. This particular letter was worth it. Carefully, Rachel folded the large piece of parchment and tucked it away into an already addressed envelope. Rachel shifted her messenger bag to her left shoulder and walked away from her station. She wound her way through the stacks. “Holy shit,” he said again. When he was super hard I stopped sucking and stood up. “I have to pee,” I said and hiked up my skirt, lifted my leg and put my foot on one side of the urinal, and pulled my panties to one side. The two men were stroking their cocks as they watched me start to pee. Part way through, the stream caught the edge of my panties and the pee dribbled down my leg. “Oh no!” I exclaimed, but I couldn’t stop, and the pee kept running down my leg, into my shoe, and onto the. You tremble as you stand up. Once again I wish I could be in your head to hear the conversation. You walk slowly over. You sit down and we all begin to talk a bit. Your friend blurts out, "I want to go back to the club." I can see the anger wash over your face at your missed opportunity to stay here with me. She gets up and you start to rise. "No way. You stay with the hottie," she says. "As long as you can." You turn red. Your breath catches as she excuses herself and leaves. You sit, face.