Most of the time, whenever they came back home from work, they asked me to stay a little more with them. We talk a little and then go to their bedroom... where Mrs. Smith shared her husband’s cock with me. I poured some coffee in two mugs when I felt a hand on my cute little ass. I thought it would be Mr. Smith, but it wasn’t he. Mrs. Smith was standing behind me. “How was your day, Lily?” she asked. “Good.” “You used any of my toys today?” she asked with a big grin on her beautiful face. . The best man made his speech first. He made fun of Jacob going on about Chris a bit, making everyone laugh. He finished up and Ashleigh spoke next. It was moving and beautiful and had everyone clapping at the end. Next was Narla, who made fun of Chris as well but finished it off with " And you better name one of your kids after me!" " kids!" Jacob coughed in shock and the whole room laughed. Finally it was Jessie. " You boys. Do you know how much i went through to get you together. You are both. A grin upon his lips as he questions, tauntingly, "Is there something wrong, love? Are you uncomfortable? I can move, if you'd like.." He makes as if he is going to leave me, needingly, alone. I grasp both his hands, crossing my arms against my torso. Glancing over my shoulder at him, I glare at with only my eyes - my lips can't seem to wash away the smirk living there. He looks at me, innocently enough, as he asks.."Yes?" "If you move another inch...", and of course he does. I turn in his. Squirrels scamper, gathering acorns for the season ahead.I squeeze his palm, and he squeezes back, fingers firm against me. The texture of his skin is so different, emphasising the few years he has on me. The experience. That magnetic confidence, ably demonstrated last night as I stood naked in my dorm room, his skin brushing mine while he manoeuvred me with precision, securing bonds against my quivering frame.He trussed wrists to my torso, patiently passed the rope around my midriff and.