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“I have to piss,” Maggie nervously whispered into Nenene's ear.

“You should have said something earlier,” Nenene snapped at her tall friend.

“I didn't want to trouble you,” Maggie said apologetically.

“Well, this is going to be more troubling,” Nenene said with a sigh, “can you hold it a little longer?”

Maggie shook her head.

“You're going to have to hold it.”

Maggie squirmed uncomfortably against Nenene.

Nenene glared at Maggie with her “I will not hesitate to kick you in the cunt” look that she was becoming notorious for among the company that published her work.

On their way back from meeting Nenene's editor she and Maggie got caught up in the rush hour commute. The train they boarded was heavily crowded with people returning home from a long day at work. There was no way Maggie could make her way through the crowded train to the restroom aboard the train.

Maggie's need to pump ship became greater by the minute, the lull of the train and gentle bumps along the way seemed to be adding to Maggie's urgency. It would be another twenty minutes before the train would arrive at its destination. Maggie desperately pressed her legs together in order to suppress herself from piddling.

“Here,” Nenene said as she lifted Maggie's right hand which held a book, “read your book to take your mind off of it.”

Maggie looked down at the book she held in her hand but the words were all a blur as her eyes watered from her need to make rain. She dried the corners of her eyes with her sleeve and began reading.

Maggie did not read very much before the urge to squeeze a lemon took her attention away from her book. She looked around at the crowded train to find the best route to go through to get to the restroom. Suddenly the train came to a stop. At first Maggie was ecstatic that the train had finally arrived at the station, unfortunately the loudspeaker soon announced that the train was experiencing “mechanical difficulties.” They were still five minutes from the station.

Maggie groaned as she shifted her legs uncomfortably.

“Calm down, we'll get there soon enough,” Nenene comforted the tall woman.

A few minutes passed with Maggie writhing in anticipation to use the facilities.

“Nenene...”

“I know, I know,” Nenene said to the taller woman.

Nenene watched as the pained expression on Maggie's face suddenly change with a warm feeling flowing over her. Maggie's eyes filled with tears as the front of Maggie's jeans, as well as Nenene's skirt, were drenched in Maggie's home brew.

“You're peeing on me,” Nenene mindlessly blurted out.

“I-I'm sorry,” Maggie choked back her tears.

“You're still going.”

“It won't stop!”

“What the hell did you drink?”

Humiliated, Maggie began to quietly sob.

Nenene placed her hand over Maggie's mouth. “That's enough of that. You'll make everyone looks this way,” she whispered.

The train had resumed moving; soon they had arrived at the station. Nenene took Maggie's hand leading her through the crowd.

“What? Don't act as if you've never seen a grown woman piss herself in public!” Nenene shouted at some curious onlookers. Maggie's face flushed red with embarrassment.

Once they reached the restrooms in the station Maggie resumed sobbing. As she stood in a stall of the women's restroom drenched in her own golden champagne.

“Honestly, you're like a child,” Nenene said to her companion.

Nenene removed Maggie's shoes before she carefully removed the soaked pants that clung to Maggie's legs. Nenene left Maggie in the stall as she cleaned Maggie's pants as best she could in one of the small sinks.

“What are you looking at,” Maggie heard Nenene growl at a woman who had just entered the facilities.

“She's such a good friend,” Maggie thought to herself as she sniffled.

“Are you done with your crying? Looks like we might here for a while,” Nenene said as she entered the now cramped stall. Nenene came in wearing only her blouse and panties. She hung her skirt, as well as Maggie's wet jeans, on the wall of the restroom stall, to dry.

“Thanks,” Maggie finally managed to say to her friend.

“It's nothing,” Nenene said without meeting Maggie's gaze, “by the way, do you ever wear underwear?”

“I do! I just forgot to put some on this morning...” Maggie said looking down at her bare feet.

“I know how we can pass the time,” Nenene suggested as she knelt in front of Maggie, “I felt like tasting your pussy!”

Nenene lifted Maggie's left leg over her shoulder as she began to caress Maggie's poke hole with her tongue. The smell of Maggie's yellow water fueled Nenene's arousal. Nenene began to vigorously lap at Maggie's tunnel of love.

“Nenene,” Maggie gasped as she held Nenene's head between her legs, “that feels so good!”

“Mmm mmph,” Nenene said as she buried her face into Maggie's Fort Bushy.

Maggie panted as she started to grind her hot spot against Nenene's face. Nenene inserted two fingers into Maggie's girl-street. She pulled her fingers out long enough to taste Maggie's letch-water before she plunged them inside Maggie's wet cave of lust. Nenene began pumping them in and out as she focused her tongue action on Maggie's button.

“Oh Nenene,” Maggie groaned.

Nenene continued to finger fuck Maggie's keyhole while she flicked her tongue across Maggie's little man-in-the-canoe until Maggie's thighs squeezed her head and she felt Maggie;s body tense from her orgasm.

“I came,” Maggie announced.

Nenene stood up and kissed Maggie hard on her mouth with tongue. Maggie could taste her own love juices in Nenene's mouth. Nenene broke off the kiss and began to put on her damp skirt. Maggie slowly put her pants and shoes on as well.

“It's a little damp, but it will have to do. We need to get back home,” Nenene said, “it's my turn to get off.”
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