I could see that in my mind, but not on Linda. I'd have to look at her ... pussy ... to visualize that, and I didn't think she'd appreciate that one b...t.I realized my eyes were firmly fixed on where I wasn't supposed to look and tore them away, lifting them up. Her eyes nailed me right then and there. She knew exactly where I had been looking."Do you think it would look good ... there?" Her voice was husky."Um ... I don't know. Maybe." I said, swallowing."We can put it on." she said, picking it. "Darling, I believe that I know a priest who will marry us."Stacie stopped sobbing and looked up at me, daring to hope. "Who?" He's a friend of a friend. He's a Jesuit -- a brilliant guy. In fact, he's a former college president. His name is Father Jack Costello. Jack and I have had dinner and drinks together several times. I think that he finds me good company, partly because I'm not Catholic. Anyway, here's the point. Jack is associated with Our Lady of Lourdes, the Jesuit church on. “From now on this will be ‘The Position’. When I say assume the position you will do this within 1’ of me. Do you understand?”“Yes.” I slapped her ass. She yelled and almost fell over.“Yes what?”“Yes, sir?”“Sweetie see if she got wet being naked in public?” Mercedes put two fingers in Roses pussy and Rose moaned.“She’s so wet her juices are running over my hand.” I put my index finger in her pussy with Mercedes fingers and Rose shuddered and moaned louder. “Do you like that?”“Yes.” I slapped. I'd be prepared earlier in the day & have either towels or plastic bags, or both, to lay down on the drivers seat under my bum so the seat won't get pissy wet. It would be hard for me to start the peeing from a sit down position, so at the red lights, I would lift my bum slightly and let some out. I'd always like to make a small wet spot right on the crotch first because I like how that felt the best. Just the "hint" of an accident and the anticipation of more leaking out later on... but I'd.