"I'm thinking that I hope you don't expect me to hold out for long," Miranda responded with a hitch in her voice. "And, I was just thinking about... m...m... you... your lips, and how I want to lick them. How I just want to curl up in your lap and do this all night. I want you to hold me while I cum, and then..." another hitch and a sigh, "I want to return the favor." Heather smiled. "Keep going sweetie." Miranda worked her fingers with more urgency, balancing her desire for release with. I looked at my curvy contours, the outline of my nipples standing up beneath the thin stretch, and wondered if perhaps I looked just a bit slutty. “Hell, yeah,” I smiled to myself, “Perfect.” I brushed my long dark hair forward, over my collarbone and further down, little arrows pointing cheekily towards my cleavage. I was beginning to enjoy this. The guy waiting for me outside Trillians Rock Bar was, to my relief, instantly recognisable from his Tinder profile. “Hi Sindy,” he grinned with a. What am I supposed to do? Kill wet-behind-the-earskids or lock them up just because some kind of accident's made themdifferent from the rest of us?" He gave a shudder. "It'll be a longtime before I get that girl who died off my mind. I talked to her lastFriday and she didn't seem like such a bad kid, just a teenybopperplaying dress-up. A girl her age should be ~grounded~ for pullingbone-headed, dangerous stunts, not --." I can't argue with that!" I put in abruptly, not wanting to him. The bell to end class rang. Twenty-four chairs roared across the room as a sea of students poured out of the math room and out into the summer sun. Relief shone across all faces but one. In order to stay awake and focused through the class, I had drunk five cans of coke in four hours. I would not be feeling relief of any kind until I made it to the facilities.I tried to stand up, but my belt tightened against my body as I rose, putting extra pressure on my bladder. I had to move. I was only.