"I'll explain soon, but now do you want to join me as my girlfriend?"Michelle asked as she tossed her blonde hair with a feminine sweep of herdainty h...nd and half turned back towards the wardrobe. Her pleated skirtflipped as she did so and revealed the tops of her stockings held in placeby a frilly white garter belt and her tanned ass hugged by sheer whitepanties!Wordlessly, John rose from the bed and joined Michelle in the wardrobe. Shequickly selected a similar outfit to what she was wearing. After my flow of pee stopped, I stood up, tried to pull my jean skirt back into place. I just happened to look down, and much to my surprise, I notice a good size puddle in Emma's stall. Anxious to see Emma, I gave up on the skirt, and quickly exited my stall. Noticing the wet footprints she left behind. As I followed the prints, I continued searching, but I couldn't see her. I met up with Rainmann and told him what had happened. He enjoyed the story, and we agreed she probably lost control.. The story I'm going to relate will be considered somewhat sick buy some, but real life has never been accused of being pretty and I learned a long time ago that it's stupid to try to apologize for things over which you have no control.In the fall of my eighteenth year the even that would shape the rest of my sexual life occurred. Some explanation will be necessary to set the stage so bear with me for a bit. My father and mother had an off again on again relationship that probably could never be. "How can you be sure?" she asked."I know my sister," Seth said confidently."Well, you may have a conflict of interest here, but I'll have to trust you on that," Giselle said.They continued along quietly for a few more minutes, then Giselle asked, "What's up between Sarah and Betty?" What do you mean?" Seth asked."Well, they're not quite romantic girlfriends, but they are definitely lovers," Giselle opined. "Sarah is definitely in control of that relationship, and you've slept with Betty, too.".