“Timmy I must go or I’ll dirty my pants” she said. He would’nt let go of her hand and they wrestled on the sofa until she felt her dung beginn...ng to push out of her anus. “Timmy let go I’m doing it in my pants” she gasped. “Let me see then” Timmy said and she stood up and started to run into the loo.Timmy was behind her and suddenly saw the bulge in her swimsuit as the first turd pushed out into it. As she reached the lavatory she pulled her suit down and Timmy saw the shit squashed up and. Do you think mommy and daddy care?" There was a short silence that was occasionally interupted with her litle sobs. "No." She began to cry, gasping for air and scratching at the passenger window. The dumb little shit had no idea that people outside couldn't see inside; the windows had heavy tinting. "This is your lucky day, whore." I said. "Now finally you can live the way you write. Oh yes, I know about the poetry you write. About rape, submission and pain. I know you all too. Eagerly his mouth searched for her nipple , licking & sucking on it. Claire pulled his shirt up over his head & groped his body. At that moment she saw Ian coming through the door, she raised her hand stopping him. Stepping back into the dark hallway he watched as she opened her dress allowing it to slide to the floor.Claire was now naked except for stockings. Colin lent back to look at her nakedness. His hand went onto her hairy pussy, exploring between her legs, she groaned as his fingers. And...” My sobs grew worse, squeezing off my words, only snatches breaking through as I poured out how Candice must hate me now. Must think I was so filthy.“Why don't we ask her,” Ms. McTaggart said. “Candice?”The footsteps lurking outside my room creaked. I looked up, expecting to see my mom. Instead, my blonde futa-friend entered, her golden pigtails falling about her shy face, her long skirt rustling. She rubbed her hands before her, her blue eyes liquid and vulnerable behind her glasses.“I.