Grinning, she thought about how Larry would feel to find it in his lunch bag. The second picture finished. She grabbed it without looking at it. She p...t both pictures in her purse.She double clicked on her word processor and opened a file. She sent the document to the printer. It would take an hour to print. She sat back in her chair and read the pages as the printer spat them out. She smiled while reading parts of it, cried reading parts, and reflected on some of the philosophy that appeared. Jamie entered the kitchen wearing a tee-shirt and boxers, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. As he finally focused them, he looked at Charlotte and said, “Are you okay, mom?” “I’m fine, honey. Why do you ask?” his mother replied, still trying to calm herself down and wishing she would have had just two more minutes to get herself off. “Well, your face is red and you’re breathing like you just ran a marathon,” Jamie replied, not even mentioning that he could clearly see her nipples as they. “Yeah well ... you like?” Fuck it, it might just smooth this thing along.“Wow, you are a weird girl.”“So, you want to make out?”“What?” He talked at her, “what are you talking about? Aren’t you dating some football player or some shit?”Dammit! “No, look just do me a favor and kiss me, okay.” How could she have picked the one high school boy who didn’t want to kiss a cheerleader. She felt a wave of dizziness and fell to his chest.He caught her in his arms and stood her back up, “Woah, dude, are. The pressure stopped as she moved slightly, and then it flowed again, I could feel it spill out around her bikini bottoms, a pool of urine appeared between her legs, then ran down the seat, it flowed down the bench and I felt its warmth being absorbed into my shorts. She was breathing more heavily as her piss flowed between the fingers of my hand. She pushed down with her hand on my cock through my shorts as she squeezed out the last and I would be lying if I said it hadn't turned me on.