Why are you wearing what mymum has asked you to?"He seems to like it very very much." Smirked Elizabeth."Well, he hasn't looked after it very well. Lo...k at that big wetpatch that he has on the front. He must have splashed himselfwith the water. It looks like he has wet himself." Oh no," replied Elizabeth very slowly. "That is not water."I looked at the floor. I could not move. My face burned brightred. Lorraine gasped and then came forward to smell my overall.There was no escaping that familiar. But reality always stepped in, and even though I was fairly passable, I was always too scared to actually try to do this, and rightly so, since if I'd gotten caught fooling someone I was almost guaranteed to get my ass kicked or worse. So everything stayed as fantasies. In my early twenties I met, as a guy, a bisexual guy in my neighborhood, who was constantly asking me if he could suck my cock. And while as a guy this wasn't something that appealed to me, one night we found ourselves in the. Then we asked about the recorder. One of them called someone (Principal Murrow, we found out), said we were here, and asked about the recorder. She nodded and acknowledged something and then hung up."Please have a seat over there. Principal Murrow will be with you in just a moment." She got a bit of a twinkle in her eye. "You know, two more visits and you will qualify for reserved seating." We shared their chuckle at that, then lapsed comfortably back into our safe places.A moment later, the. My legs wobble a bit as I stood up. I had to place my hand on the couch to steady myself. My still enlarged clit being really sensitive as I closed my legs. Even my soiled wet shorts were wedged up between my puffy labia’ s. Creating little pussy spasms with each step that I tried to take. It took me awhile to make it up the stairs to the shower. The cool water would feel so good against my skin. Undressing I stick my wet shorts in the clothes hamper. Right there is the panties.