“I know the feeling, I feel like I could piss a stream from here all the way to the bathroom.”“Let’s go then before the others wake up and get...in there first.” She said as she rolled out of the covers and grabbed my hands.When we got to the bathroom, Brandy told me she could wait, that I could go ahead and pee.“You sit on the seat and spread your legs and we will both go,” I told her.“You’ve got to be kidding me again Rick Dalton, we can’t do that.”“We can and we will, just sit down and let. She turned in the direction of the voice and grimaced apologetically. “Sorry. I didn’t get to bed until somewhere around four thirty or five this morning.”Father O’Malley, taking a seat in the lawn chair next to her, gave her a quizzical look. “What had you up so late? The after party broke up before midnight.”“Ty and I were talking.”“Oh, so that’s what you kids are calling it these days.”“What? Hey!” Taken aback by the cynical tease, Sarah sputtered a bit. “We were! ... Talking, I mean!”“Sure.. Not that I was exactly dressed for DIY. Not THAT sort of DIY anyway. Ihave recently lost a lot of weight and I am enjoying my new body. Or my old body I suppose. I'm a big 38c, and they look even bigger, well to me anyway, as the rest of me is now smaller. My waist is good. My arse is quite big I think, but nice - so I dared a g string, and some leggings. My tits were in a tight little lycra top with no bra so they were jiggling a bit. I tend to sc**** my hair back and wear glasses when I. I reached to his jeans and unbuttoned them and pulled them down along with his boxers. I pushed his head so that he would kiss my mouth again and pulled him towards the bed. He pushed me down so I was lying on my back, my legs hanging off the bed. He hooked his hands around the top of my black lace panties and I lifted my ass of the bed, allowing him to take them off. He put a hand on each of my knees and then slid them up my thighs so that they were resting on my hips. I spread my legs.