I savored the sight of my crotch smacking into her rump every time I buried into her. Her brown butt-cheeks rippled and jiggled. I groaned, entranced ...y the sight. My tits heaved and danced as I plowed faster and faster into her bowels.Pleasure spilled through my pussy. It danced around my ovaries. They grew tighter as my cum came closer and closer to a boil. It spurred me to keep thrusting, to build up to that explosive release and flood her bowels with all my yummy cum.“Becky!” she groaned,. I just want it to be a surprise for Karen.’ ‘I can only ask her.’ He shrugged. I took out a piece of paper and wrote what I wanted to say on it. I showed it to Clint before I sealed it in an envelope. He smiled and nodded. *** The room was packed. More people were interested in this than Clint and Karen had anticipated. I had sneaked into the back of the crowd by the simple expedient of closely following a reporter and waving my camera at the harassed guy on the door. Karen and Clint came in. "You're hurt, baby. Sit back. Don't move!" I looked at the back of my hand, it was covered in blood. The sirens were getting louder again and then someone was washing my face.I must have closed my eyes but there are people talking all around me. Someone kissed me, not someone but multiple someone's. Then I was lying on my stomach on a bed but it's rolling. I saw Lana, Shana and Jana sitting, and then they rolled me in. Someone said it's too crowded and Shana screams, "Then he can just get out. It took Emma more than ten minutes to wiggle her way out of the dress; she was proud that she managed to get it off without ripping anything in the process. She hung it on her bedroom door in preparation for the next day.A half-hour later she was driving to the house of a Chihuahua named Frankie. Well, technically it belonged to Frankie’s owners, the Bretts. She had exchanged the bandage dress for her less sexy, but far more comfortable (and appropriate) dog walking clothes.She was strolling.