. Ed unsocketed his shrinking cock. "Awright. Don't take all night -- I'm gonna have to pee, too."Velma, backing off the bed stopped, "How yo' know da...?" What?" Yo's gonna hafta pee?" It's how we clean out the tubes, after..." Oh," Velma's grin was barely visible in the gloom, "Ah getcha."Ed, washed out, collapsed on the bed and watched her go -- not that he could see a damned thing in the gloom. With relaxation and recovery came buyer's remorse -- what the fuck kinda fool fucks a woman who. How he savored her in that Itsy Bitsy Bikini she wore so often and so well. "Of course," he laughed internally, "I love it when she isn't wearing it too!"Almost as if his mind controlled things, he heard the private hallway door open and two exuberant voices laughing and yelling. His girls were back! He chuckled to himself and before he could get up from his desk, smiles and giggles were at his sides.He sort of expected them to be grabbing at him, demanding he get dressed so they could go out. Finally after blowing her nose and sniffling she offered in a hushed voice, "I-it's a female problem." "Is that all?" Sandra asked with obvious relief. "That's normal for a woman your age, believe me, I know!" Loo shook her head from side to side and replied, "It's not that kind of problem, Mrs. Olsen." Sandra, looking a little confused, asked, "I'm sorry, dear, tell me exactly what's bothering you." "I-I'm too ashamed," she said with her head bowed. "May I show you instead?" Sandra's heart was. If he'd thought he'd hurt before, the vertical pressure on his bladder and from his eyeballs falling out of their sockets gave him real physical pain. The choice was clear -- either try to get up and find the bathroom, or just let it go. He decided that he'd better try. "Jeez, I must have drunk a lot last night," he thought.Fortunately, there was a chair next to the bed, and after three tries, he managed to use it to get to his feet, and fortunately, there was a door frame he could hold on to.