Tales of Desperate Wettings: Book 2: Three short desperation wetting stories

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With all the water she's guzzling to cope with the muggy heat she's going to be peeing a lot, and she dreads squatting to pee in the woods. Sitting beside me in the passenger seat was Rosemary, a longtime co–worker and years ago, my girlfriend and lover. I doubled over to press even harder, then I would straighten up, so there was less pressure on my bladder.

Melissa looked to be the oldest one, a senior, and her hands were clutched up her cheerleading skirt; her face agonized with pain, obviously needing to go pee as well. The two girls behind her giggled, whispering to each other "oh my God, she's peeing her pants right here! I've always been into being desperate, but have always had quite a strong bladder and the idea of actually wetting myself in public has always been a bit daunting.She felt so sorry for the poor girl who stood there, pee dripping from her, embarrassed in front of 9 of her friends and her coaches, having just wet herself at an age when that wasn't supposed to happen.

The most incredible high pressure jet of pee I have ever done blasted into the loo, showing just how full my bladder was.

Crossing over to the grassy median, Molly just looked around and squatted down while lowering her shorts and panties.