It was really unbearable, but it seemed to be creating a pressure that could overcome my hard-on’s capacity to staunch my piss. “Are you alright?...�� Chelsea asked. “I’m okay, just give me a second,” I said. An idea began forming in my head. I pulled out from Chelsea and said, “Come on, let’s get in the tub.” I adjusted the shower and we stepped into the bath tub. Sliding up behind Chelsea, I pushed my cock back into her silky pussy. As we fucked my thrusts kept compressing my bladder, and,. She kissed my lips, pulled back to contemplate me with those devastating blue eyes, and said, “You know, I love you a lot.”“Uh huh,” I panted.“You know, the age of consent in this state is sixteen,” she said, her voice still casual.“It is?” My voice cracked.“Yes. You know what else?”“What?” I whispered.“I consent,” she said, staring into my eyes.My resolve melted. I was utterly, idiotically, incapable of movement. Then she kissed me again ... this time with tongue.As soon as her tongue flitted. She's too ... well... unsettled."I sighed. I knew it. Dawn had known it last night, but since the whole thing hadn't blown up in my face yet, she hadn't said anything at the time. And even afterwards, Dawn was too good to me to ever say 'I told you so'.But now Brandi was blunt enough for the both of them. "You're such a moron, Ben. How did you not know? When has Adrienne ever given you a signal that she wanted to settle down with you?" She told me she'd love me forever and always," I ventured. "The ghost shook her head and said as she disappeared from sight, "Maybe one day we can talk. But for now, deep down, you will be angry at me."Jenny sat up and pain coursed through her body, momentarily. She looked in surprise at where the bands had been, expecting to see her body badly burned, but there was not a mark on her. Sitting up Indian style, she got a whiff of herself. Reaching over for the hand towel, she dipped it in the water, and gave herself a 'sponge bath' with it. Once done,.