There was no lock on it. I collapsed onto the toilet. I couldn't see what I was doing. I was crying hysterically. I used a wad of toilet paper to clea... the slimy mess off of my hand. Then I sat there with Tank's cum draining slowly out of me, my face in my hands, crying like a baby and wondering how I was going to get out of here. I couldn't face them again. I couldn't do those nasty things again.But I knew that I was trapped. There was only one way out of the bathroom. And they were now in. Becky was certainly no wallflower, and was able to bring almost anyone out of their shells with her engaging manner. Even me. She seemed to take a special interest in me, for whatever reason, and teased and kidded around with me whenever the opportunity presented itself. Becky had discovered that once you got behind the walls I tended to put up around me, there was somebody really fun and smart and interesting. Becky’s words there, not mine. I was really bummed out about the overtime project. She has auburn hair, a curvy body and huge breasts. She has a little belly now, adorned with beautiful stretch marks. They're kind of decorations that remind me of when she was pregnant. Pregnant sex was always a special interest of mine.Neither of us believe that women should shave; hair adds interest to a woman's body. Lauren's body is definitely interesting. I notice young guys looking at her whenever we go out. I'm not sure if she notices them but I sometimes think about her with another. She became very distressed and worried that I was going to tell my uncle what I had seen. I confessed to her about my sex life with my own brother and mader her feel a little bit better as now she had dirt on me that could ruin my image at home. We got to talking and she explained that the young man who left was the same boy that had delivered the feed for the a****ls the morning before and that she has been sleeping with him for a little over a month now. She also told me that he was coming.