I met her at a coffee shop and we started chatting and I invited her home as my wife was visiting her family.She was really beautiful and she immediat...ely said yes when I made it clear that my intentions was to have sex with her.She took off her tight red dress and I don't know if I was surprised or not to see that she didn't wear any underwear.I could see in the coffee shop already that she wasn't wearing a bra and that her tits were hanging. Stunning!I immediately reached for them squeezing. Inside there was only a cot and a stack of magazines. "I found it last week, pretty cool huh?" she said."Yeah it's awesome."She picked up one of the magazines, it was a hardcore porn. "Have you ever seen one of these?" Yeah, a couple times." I only have once, they're pretty cool." she said "Want to look at some?" Sure."She opened it and there was a man and a woman. It was a series of pictures that started at kissing then went to him eating her out, her sucking his dick, them fucking, then him. He was six foot four inches and a former Division Three basketball player. His hand swallowed mine when he grabbed it and kissed it during our introduction. Robbie was also tall, around six feet one inch. He had short-cropped hair and a goatee. He was hot and he knew it. If I didn’t already have a boyfriend, Robbie was definitely someone I would date.The games were uneventful and customers scarce. It gave me plenty of time to talk with Court and her friends, who were drinking at a steady. Just a little, not too much, but enough that the liquid definitely hurt to hold inside her. It was an irritation, a pain that Casey could not ignore. And it grew worse the more it filled her bladder, as the pressure built higher and the liquid ground itself against her inner walls. Casey badly needed to pee. She didn’t want to pee, she needed to pee. The ache was extreme, almost breathtaking in how excruciatingly strong the insistence was, and it was getting worse, same as the pain. But Casey.