In other words, I knew that enough drinks and that dick might try to find it’s way into my wife. Secondly, she was single and always flirting - even...with my wife around. The last thing I wanted was my wife hanging out with somebody that attracts a bunch of guys.I should take a second to describe each of us. I’m a good looking, confident man. I stand about 5’7” and have a pretty fit body with tan skin, dark hair, and a seven inch cock that I love to use regularly. I am pretty sexually. She looked fondly on the pair still joined together on the bed."Glad to hear it, dear. I rather like her, myself," her smile telling that she was obviously understating. "I just came to tell you I am a bit better now, and can do something about our evening meal."Euphemia started. "No, Isabella. You have to take things easy. I shall deal with the food preparation. It is time I did more in that line, anyway."Isabella said softly, "The painkillers are helping, but my tummy is still not right, so I. "I told you honey, we just need a little more cash." He lied to him,knowing he had no intention to pay it."Aw but baby, they keep trying to rape me! Well, it's not really rape ifI want it though right," Jim said with a questioning look on his face."Anyway, go on inside," Marcus looked away, "it's bad luck to see thebride before the wedding you know!"Jim pouted as he was led inside, and soon after Marcus headed in too.-------------------Marcus had the priest start the ceremony, and it went off. Somehow, Ruth got through that Chem. exam, but all Friday afternoon, working again at Leno's, she had a weird feeling that people were looking at her. It was as if they could tell she was some kind of nocturnal nymphomaniac, as if it showed. Ruth felt as if she were the victim of some huge injustice; she didn't even have a boy friend.It was nearly midnight when the Friday night crush was over, and it was spooky, standing by the bus stop. Ruth shivered a little, standing there in her light.