I shut it off and followed. I quickly kicked off my boots, and shucked my jeans and boxers off and ran toward the pond. When I got to the water's edge... I jumped in.“What in the hell are you doing?” Trudy laughed. “Its hot as hell and all that grass is sticking to me. I had to cool off,” I replied as I splashed the water against my body to wash the grass away. Trudy watched as I splashed around. Once I was cooled off and felt cleaner, I waded through the water back to the shore where Trudy stood. The old timers admitted to worrying their asses off till the proofs got printed.I hardly slept that night. I knew it wasn't life or death, but I didn't like to appear less than competent at anything I did. I wondered what I should wear to the wedding. Definitely not jeans, but what should it be.At least I wouldn't be wearing a 'fuck me' outfit, since I no longer had one of those. Part of the advice I got on line was that a female wedding photographer should never dress, so as to attract more. I was going to watch this and I didn’t want to disturb them by hearing my approach. I moved my hand down to my jeans and undid them, slowly. I reached down and pulled my cock up so that it wasn’t straining at that downward angle. It felt great to have it up and extend above the band of my briefs. A loud “Oh!” from the bedroom pulled at my thoughts again and I felt a surge and tightening below my balls at my perineum, a place where my wife sometimes ventures, pressing and sliding her fingers. We followed both a short distance. Based on spacing of the prints, they were initially running then began walking fast after a short distance. We only followed the footprints for a short distance and stopped when they began to be difficult to follow. Also we didn't see any point in going further." So what now?" asked Sarah."As much as I hate to say it," said Judy, "it would be best if there wasn't anything linking them to this location and the club by inference." What does Alice think?" asked.