She was pissing through the light fabric of her panties. Her pee was then going right into the sweatshirt that was still tightly pressed against her crotch, my sweatshirt. Whatever liquids weren't absorbed by my sweatshirt (of which there was a lot) hit the metal chair she was sitting on and ran backwards, soaking her skirt and dampening her ass beneath. After trickling past her ass, the pee overflowed onto the classroom floor. I began to hear a pitter patter which quickly evolved into the sound of the world's smallest waterfall hitting the cement floor. I could only sit and watch as Kelly was consumed by embarrassment. Luckily there was no one other than me sitting close and everyone else in the class was so focused on their tests that they didn't seem to notice what was going on in the back of the room. Kelly sat there and let her bladder relieve some of the pressure that she had been putting it through for god knows how long. If she hadn't been so mortified about wetting herself in public she would have been immensely relieved to indian finally let herself pee. I watched without even pretending to pay attention to my test as the pond under Kelly's seat began to grow too large for itself and a river formed, trickling and weaving quickly down the rows, heading for the front of the class. Kelly and I seemed to realize at the same time that this would only result in one thing, a big old puddle of piss pooling up right at the front Latina of the room. She began to flee, trying to quickly throw her things into her bag. "Leave it. Just go." I whispered to her. She didn't even take a second to consider my suggestion before taking off for the class's door, wrapping my sweatshirt around her waist to conceal the very obvious wet spot she now had on the back of her skirt. As she left, the door swung shut behind her, it made a loud clap that caused the whole class to look up. They didn't take long to examine their surrounding before they dove back into the test they were consumed with. I tried to turn back to my own test in front of me, but the puddle of piss that was right next to me, coupled with the unignorable boner that was now causing me physical pain as it thrust against the denim of my jeans, made it very hard to concentrate on math. The test went on for another fifteen minutes before the professor told everyone to turn them in. I was able to answer one lactating question well enough to the point that I think I'll get partial credit. Not too bad considering my test taking environment. As the other students in the class got up and brought their tests to the professor they noticed a mysteriously large puddle at the front of the room. I heard people asking what had happened as they stepped around it. I walked past them and the puddle pretending not to notice, but mentally marveling at just how much liquid Kelly had been keeping inside herself. I turned in my unfinished test along with the test I had taken off of Kelly's desk. She had actually managed to answer three of the problems. I went back to my seat to grab my things before leaving. I looked at Kelly's things spread all over the floor around where she had been sitting. I couldn't just leave them there for when the next class came in. I carefully tip toed around the wet spot under her chair (her pee might have turned me on, but I wasn't trying to get it on my shoes) and put her text book and notes into her backpack before slinging it over the shoulder that didn’t have my own backpack on it. As I walked out of the class I took out my phone and sent Kelly a text saying, "I have your things. I'll drop them off wherever you want." Then I put my headphones in and went to get something to eat. I was walking out of the campus pizza shop with a slice in my hand when my phone vibrated in my pocket. Kelly had texted me back. I opened the message quickly, it said, "Holy fuck. I can't believe that just happened. I'm so embarrassed." I started to text her back telling her that no one figured out what happened when I got another text from her, "Thank you. I'm back at my apartment now. Would you mind dropping my stuff off there?" "No problem. He couldn't resist smelling her hair. Not even tens strokes later I was cumming again and again. Let me guess, you want to Latina watch the birds.” "Hehe, you were saying I couldn't please you and now I'm lactating your daddy? I smiled at him and followed indian him into the middle of the dancers. Eat it” What’s your password?” Day 5 “I told you, same thing that happened this morning. "That was it," she told herself. An hour later I got a picture on my phone; twenty-four-year-old Danni posing sexily in the red dress, her very shapely right leg exposed from ankle to thigh.