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Back in the bed alone this morning, I sighed at remembering how you felt in my arms. Opening my eyes, I thought of getting up and perhaps having some breakfast, when I noticed your panties crumpled on the floor where they had been tossed the night before. Bending down to pick them up, my fingers felt the softness of the fabric, and I thought of how it had fit snugly against your body. The crotch of your panties still bore the impression of your body and remained just the slightest bit damp -- your dampness.
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I tried to relax my bladder muscles, and even though I was at the bursting point, it took some effort. Then, I felt nothing. Then, it started. Slowly at first, my piss began to trickle out. Suddenly, I felt a muscle deep inside give way, and my piss came out in an angry hiss, but no one took notice. It was raining so hard, most probably just figured I was some nutty jogging-obsessed woman catching her breath.
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