" I understand sweetheart, and don't forget, I was the one arguing that very point." Yes, you were," She said, taking my hand and pouting. "Thank you ...or remembering who I am for me." There's more than who you are to remember," I said, raising her hand to give her palm a soft kiss. "There's who we want to be to remember as well."We'd been hinting around the edges of making a more public, formal commitment to each other. I had some plans in that regard, and just needed the time to make them. “Mmmphhhmmm!” she said, her mouth crammed full of titflesh, making it an effective gag.She sat there in the toilet stall with her tits bared, her dress hiked up around her waist and her panties around her ankles, exposing her wet pussy. Her tongue and mouth were busy with her tits and three of her fingers now plunged harder and harder in and out of her dripping pussy as she arched her back and thrust herself onto her fingers.“Ohhh, God! Ohhh fuuuck, I need to cum! I need to cuuumm…” she moaned,. This led to a major leagueshellacking that left her battered, bruised and in the family doghouse. Later therewas a sitdown with the school principal concerning their daughter's behavior inclass, which resulted in another serious going over that? added to the collection of bruises and bumpsshe was carrying around on her curvy body. This also led to a renewed intereston the part of Sam to getting better at cornholing his little charge, which isthe way he referred to Judy. ????? There were a few. I was really getting concerned because my scalp also itched. It was maddening."Marty do me a favor/" I asked before we got back on the road."What you need Max?" he asked."Take a good look at my scalp, see if you see anything crawling around up there. I have some terrible itching going on."Marty took a long time looking before he said, "Max you got some kind of critters running around up there." He paused a long time then asked, "What you want to do about it?" I want to stop at a drugstore.