Looking at the furniture they had, Dan realized there wouldn’t be enough space at home for it all. Vicky decided what she needed, and the remainder ...ould be placed in storage.“Once Scott and I are married, we’ll decide what to do with it all.”Dan, Scott, Brad, and Ben began loading furniture and boxes onto the moving truck. Abby, Diane, and Brenda kept busy, putting boxes and clothes in each car. Karen was sitting on her bed, placing a few more items in a box, when Cathy came into the room for. Oh fuck! I was absolutely busting, my thighs now squeezed so tightly together that I could hardly walk. I was on the verge of wetting myself. "What's wrong?" asked my husband, looking puzzled. "The ladies toilets are out of order and locked," I answered. "The gent's looks OK," he said, and, taking my hand, he led me into the filthiest smelliest place I had ever experienced. But my need was far greater than my disgust. He pushed open the door to a cubicle and I went in. It stank to high heaven. I was wearing it that day whenBrad picked me up.My high school and Betty's junior high both let out the last day at noon,St. Rita's had a full day. I knew this because I always wanted to go toSt. Rita's.I knew a lot about the school because every year I would get brochures andknew the names of the teachers and all about the school layout. I wouldget out of my school at noon, go home for awhile; change into my schooluniform and get to St. Rita's in time to meet Betty at three o'clock.Those last. The guy pulled my wife up straight using his hands on her breasts and she closed her eyes smiling as he started to kiss her neck. As he enjoyed the taste of my wife's soft skin his hands slowly made their way back down her body until they rested on the tops of her thighs. I seemed to be the only one noticing as he very seductively began pulling the dress up her legs. As the song ended and another started playing, my wife snapped out of her daze and turned around pushing the guy's hands away..