Frankly I have too much to lose by fighting you in a real match. I'm sorry I will tell anyone you kicked my ass, but I can't fight you again. That was...the end of it for me.I continued to work out at the gym and run the laps at the soft ball field as I had done the last five months. During those months I heard from Kara a couple of times, but I stopped seeing her at all. Running for sheriff meant more to me than getting off big time. I had years in mind not minutes.Three days before the. Now if I'm enjoying myself in a series of marital clichés; his mouth feasting upon my cherry-bite nipples, my finger wiggling in his tight anal star, a vibe pulsing yummily within my sloppy near-orgasmic snatch, the last thing I want is him getting all 'inspired' and sticking dowel F into hole W. If I want dowel F in Hole W, I'll tell him, but I don't. I want Lips A pursed tightly about Clit B with just a little gentle nibbling from Teeth C coupled with sporadic lashings of Tongue D through the. Her fingers tangled in Ian’s hair as Jill thrashed, her hips bucking wildly beneath him. Ian grinned as he kept at his task, stroking her labia gently. He felt her body convulse beneath him and latched onto her hot cunt as her juices began to run down his face. Ian pulled away, licking as much of the cum from his own face as was possible before crawling up to her, pressing his lips to hers, his tongue slipping into her mouth and leaving the taste of her cum on her own breath. She smiled happily. My bride’s maids had thrown me a rather naughty bachelorette party. Nothing over the top, like male strippers, but with a group of quiet, shy church girls, we had a great time. We normally don’t drink much, so with a few fruity cocktails consumed, we were loosening-up a lot by the time they started giving me gifts to open. We were giggling and joking about “boys” and “sex”. A couple of my girlfriends were married, so they had the attention of the single girls whenever we needed “real”.