We planned to stay through church Sunday and leave after lunch.We wandered around town a bit in the truck to learn where everything was. We also check...d in with Charlie who reminded us that the rehearsal and dinner were informal. Karen looked quite fetching in her denim skirt and boots. She said, "After the dinner, I would like to go out if there is a nice place."I said, "We can ask but don't get your hopes up. Places like Uncle Billy's are few and far between."We went to the rehearsal at. .. maybe I'll make it" but the line hasn't moved much & there was still like 20 ppl ahead. The next 10 minutes, I didnt' dare look down to attract attention and just kept talking like my crotch wasn't wet and that I was STILL on the verge of pissing my pants. There was about 6 people in front of us when I felt my bladder teetering right on the edge, the hot pee ready to surge out. I didn't dare move or unclench my thighs. I could feel my arms and legs getting shaky and my breathing got really. Many of the richer dressed folk carried swords, some armed guards had crossbows on their backs, even the poorer had knives at their belts. One of the guards was a strong looking woman, her short hair and stern look giving her an air of one who brooked no nonsense. Some of the other women shopping wore dresses, and some of the women selling produce wore trousers. Only one man wore a kilt, but he looked manly, and noone looked much askance at him. Perhaps it was his stout cudgel that forbare. They were old panties; she had worn them in the hopes that this would happen. Shoving his crotch up to his hand at her ass, he pulled down his zipper, reached into his underwear, and pulled out his fat dick. Grabbing it at the root, he worked the head up and down her ass crack, and under, wetting himself on her flood of pussy juice. After getting sufficiently wet, he brought his bloated cockhead to her tight rosebud, and set his piss slit at the center of her shithole.With his mouth against.