By the time shearrived at the club both Brian and I were in full party modeand the band was playing loudly. Tequila sunrises and dancing, laughter wer... the opening.Brian and Renee were dancing together more than I was dancingwith her. Later when I was sober I wondered what Brian andRenee were whispering about as they danced because whenthe band took a break and we could actually hold a conversationBrian asked what we thought about a threesome! Now Renee and I had played with another gal once. Halfway to the water, she sunk into the mire up to mid-calf. The mud seeped in between her leggings and skin. Her arousal grew with each step. She felt her bladder straining to hold back a flood of urine. She took two more steps before she could no longer hold it back. A dark wet spot started at her camel toe, spreading quickly across the fabric of her pants. She pushed her thighs together to direct the flow down her legs rather than just out. Piss flowed down her legs making her quiver with. They had him on some kind of medication for the pain and from the surgery, but he was awake and wanted to know how Theresa was. "She was aiming for my crotch you know, trying to put me out of commission as far as the ladies go. The first shot she got me in the leg where they operated, and then I was trying to move and duck away from her and jump off the damn porch. She was pretty damn mad too, when she saw me limping over to my truck. I didn't even know about the other wound until I looked down. My mind drifted about, wondering if she was a noisy sex partner. Did she scream in ecstasy, or squeeze her eyes tightly shut and ride it out? Would she concentrate on her partner, or lie back and take whatever came next? How rigid would her nipples get just before she came? Did her breasts blush bright red as her passion peaked?When I found myself wondering what she tasted like before and after she came, I knew I was a goner. Somehow I had to control my urges and let her heal, or I’d screw it.