As she struggled with the zip, Anne felt a large spurt of pee escape from her pussy, splashing into her panties. Eventually freeing her zip, Anne froze as she felt a turd easing its way out of her bottom into the seat of her panties. Cutting one of those wonderful eggy farts (she'd not been nicknamed 'eggy' in a previous life for nothing) Anne head a familiar crackling noise as a large turd snaked its way out of her bottom and landed on the woodland floor. Anne looked up and smiling down at her was Sarah Worthington, an old friend from her nursing days on the Urology unit in Newcastle.
Susan ran one finger along Helen's slit, parting those Helen smiled broadly and Susan began to giggle Helen lay down on the floor, behind Susan, on her front Helen's finger made it's way into Susan's rectum. bowl while Helen had one finger firmly up Susan's dirt Susan was pushing and pressing against Helen's inserted Helen gyrated her finger up in Susan's hole and hooked at Helen's wet and stinky bum hole and cunt as both brink of orgasm by finger fucking Susan's shitty bum Helen and Anne trailed behind Susan into the bathroom. Anne and Helen laughed and stood astride Susan, over Anne and Helen obeyed and soon Anne's cunt and bum hole girls and Susan gave Anne a deep open mouthed kiss,
Anne's bottom felt full and it wasn't surprising since she'd not done a poo since Thursday lunchtime, a memorable event in itself as she'd nearly clogged the staff toilet at school. One such accident had happened a year or so earlier at school, luckily only half an hour before the end of afternoon lessons, but the headmaster hadn't been pleased and he'd made it quite plain to her that if she needed to go for a shit she was to use the staff toilets, preferably at break or lunchtime, not fill her knickers. Nothing felt better than holding a good poo in when she needed to go really badly and the feeling which had actually been bewing for some time was now getting intense.
Anne Glenson sat at her desk and quietly completed some paperwork whilst Tom Braithwaite, her last remaining student, put the finishing touches to the drawing he was working on. "I know you do, Tom. Remember the time I caught you looking at those rather 'interesting' websites in the college library? I'd be able to offer you a free place, not least of all because I know you're not known for going anywhere near the college toilets and I'm sure you'd be a great example to the other students on the course." Tom could feel his cock stiffening at the thought of his favourite teacher - the one he actually got on with - holding her pee in all day.
Mission accomplished, Anne further congratulated herself that despite the isolated toot whilst helping Brian pack, she'd not farted once on the way to the airport. Much as she enjoyed the sensation, Anne soon realised that if she didn't get to a toilet quickly she'd end up in a mess sooner or later. Much though she disliked using public loos she realised that stopping off for a shit in Woodchester was her only option if damage to her jeans and the car seat were to be avoided. Pulling up outside the Bishop's Palace, Anne got of the car and walked as briskly as she dared across College Green towards what she hoped would be a source of much needed relief in the nick of time.