“That was ... really interesting.”“Uh, no worries.”Again, it would have been a perfect opportunity to ask her to now show me, but like I said,...I had no idea that she DID, let alone that she probably would have shown me.I wasn’t to know for a while, but after she sneaked out of my room, she had a masturbation herself, and then slipped into what she described as “the most restful sleep she’d ever had.”The next day could have been awkward, but it wasn’t. Probably because of the great rest she’d. As she handed it to me, the concerned expression returned to her face. "You know you don't have to go there Jimmy" she said, as she passed me the address. Then "Or at least leave when you want". I took the paper and replied "Thanks Julie, I'll be fine" but with little conviction.So Saturday night had arrived and as I drove out to Peter's house in the countryside just out of town, I reflected on Julie's comments. She had started waitressing for Peter at his little parties he threw now again, in. .. You were so exhausted, and so tired. I knew that if I told you, that you probably wouldn’t even understand. I was also afraid that you might be too excited to sleep.”“I understand, thanks for telling me so quickly. It took me a few hours to figure out what you were doing. I had some time alone on the ship, where it was very quiet, and I was just acting as a relay. When I finally figured it out, it was like an epiphany.”“I was planning on telling you, tonight. I made reservations for us at a. Ride home.About 1 minute into the ride home I could feel a big fart coming, I figured he wore a condom so it’s just trapped air, no problem so I let a little fart, it felt so good but there was a problem, I was now sitting in something warm and wet now, so I'm like what the fuck is that, how much lube did he use (how stupid am I), I drive the remaining 4 minutes with my butt cheeks squeezed together because I could feel another big fart coming and I was already sitting in a puddle of anal.