She ravaged him once the door to their room was shut, but she did ask that he give her arsehole a rest. She was still sore from the pounding he gave h...r last night. Tonight he did not just fuck her and feign sleep, he made love to her, doing to her everything he could, to keep her in ecstasy. His devotions giving her orgasm after orgasm. When he finally let her rest she was asleep in seconds. He made sure she was asleep and dressed quietly, then he left the room and went to his car.They. "I'm crushed", I replied, "So what are you doin' Saturday?", I asked as we walked towards our next class."I'm gonna be busy", she replied. "Oh yeah", I said, "busy with what?" You're gonna laugh", she said with a blush. "Me? Never!", I countered with a grin. "I have a pageant", she said, not looking at me. I barely stifled a demonic laugh."A pageant, huh?" I said mischievously, "Let me hear your pageant voice". "No!" She exclaimed. "Haha, why not?", I asked, "I promise not to laugh". "Fine",. I think that all total that we had made love maybe eight times over a five month period.[Pathetic. How did you expect to know if you were compatible without months of hard nasty sex? O tempora! O mores!]The week before the wedding the girls I work with threw a small party for me at a local lounge. They bought me drinks and made me dance with any guy who came to our table. It didn't matter if the guy came to ask Debbie, Carol, Alice or Bev; he got me. I'd had enough drinks to get "loose" and. We went upstairs and looked in the shops but Fiona had to pull me away from a dress shop that was displaying some lovely skirts. "Don't think boys would be looking in dress shops, hun," she whispered. I was beginning to wish we hadn't dressed up like this, and I think Fiona was regretting it too. The novelty had definitely worn off."Why don't we grab a burger and then go home," I said."Sounds good to me, I'm not sure I want to be a boy!" Me neither! Have you seen a McDonalds or Burger King.