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Maria Cagona

I also grew up in a Hispanic community, but in LA rather than San Francisco. There was one time when I was in high school that Tish Montoya filled her pants right in the classroom. She did it on purpose to avoid taking a class that she knew she would fail. I was sitting just a few desks behind her and saw her lift her fat butt off the chair and just RIP! The teacher asked her how come she hadn't just asked for permission to go to the girls' room, and Tish couldn't think of anything to say, so she just said: "I forgot." That made everyone laugh.

She never really lived it down. For the rest of her time in high school, the guys always used to sneak up behind her and lift her dress. Then they laughed and said, "We have to check your panties in case you forget."

Another Hispanic memory. There had always been family stories about how we were part Maya, and about ten years ago, thanks to the weird world of the Internet, I tracked down some relatives in Guatemala and started going down for visits. The public buses are a nightmare. Sometimes you have to stand in one spot for hours while the bus blunders along quite slowly, and you are unable to move because of the crush of people. One time I smelled the distinct aroma of shitty britches, but it wasn’t something you would think of as sexual, because it turned out to be an older person.

You would have like the second time better. I was standing there, wedged in just behind a young woman in her late twenties or early thirties. Typical Guatemalan: about five feet tall, bright eyes, bright smile. Round face, round body, big butt. Her guy was standing next to her. Once again I caught the smell of poopy pants, and then noticed that her tight black stretch pants were bulging out in back. She didn’t seem concerned. She and her guy got off at some little village, and she walked off down the street as if absolutely nothing was out of the ordinary. Maybe it wasn’t.

After that, my fetish girl instincts became hugely aroused and I knew I had to do it myself. There was one night when I was on the bus from Antigua to Quetzaltenango. I was wearing a white blouse, black skirt, and moderately high heels. Underneath, I was wearing sturdy white nylon full briefs, a garter belt with old-fashioned metal clasps, and seamed flesh-colored stockings. I was standing there, wedged in with a lot of other people as usual, and I really had to go, so I just cut loose, there in the dark, and dropped a big load in my pants. After that I had to stand there in shitty undies for close to an hour before getting off. No one said anything or showed any reaction. It was quite a duck waddle down the old cobble-stoned streets to reach my hospedaje.

Aside from that, I don't remember any poop stories, but there were a lot of wet pants that I remember from high school. Some girls just didn't care.

I remember you. Honestly, I was hoping you would see my post. I always loved your stories. You seem to get it. A huge part of what turns me on are the women that don't care. That's why some of the asian stuff is a turn off. All the crying and yelling is unnecessary in my opinion.

Anyway, thanks for the story... cagona orgullosa.