At that point, I was so past restraint I just said, "Fuck it. Let's try it. If it's gross we'll do something else."Now, taking her honey sweet stream ...n my face and chest, I was hooked yet again. I rubbed the warm water over my boobs, enjoying it like a sweet shower. I moved in and locked my lips around her pussy with my mouth open, taking her piss in my throat like a baby suckling from a mother's nipple. The flow continued to rush into my mouth. I swallowed all of it, sealed to her pussy, not. "I have a better idea," Evie interjected. "Why don't you both sing it?" You mean rework it as a duet?" asked Paul thoughtfully."Exactly," smiled Evie.What followed was one of those special out-of-the-blue moments that signified just how much in sync we all were with each other. Without any prior discussion, we went right into our duet version. I sang the opening to the first verse. At "in my life ... there's been heartache and pain," Inez seamlessly took over the singing, with no prompting from. "You without a plan of action?" I was able to keep the sarcasm out of my voice, but it was only a near miss. "I find that hard to believe. You always know what to do when it comes to looking out for yourself." From experience, I knew that anger and sarcasm didn't faze Grace a whit. Being calm and sounding objective was the quickest way to cut her."This is about Tom," she said, ignoring my jab.Grace never let me have the uncontested last word, and my snippy comment should have made her go off. The music was tooloud for yet another tearful Saturday night spent over a bottle of Chardonnay and a phone thatnever rang. In truth Denise could be a bit of a slut, but tonight was the night to do what Denisewould do. Denise agreed to go with her.The right friends in the right bar was the first step, the second was the right clothes. She had nomoney for new clothes, but she had just been on the in-so-much-pain-she-could-not-eat diet. Hertightest clothes would be fine. What Denise would wear?.