Anyway, I called Bruce up because I had to go to a wedding in Bumfuck Egypt, and wanted some company. Plus we hadn't seen each other in quite awhile.I...picked him up, he lived about an hour away and we drove to the wedding. On the way there he filled me in on what had happened to Diane after the break-up. She'd gone off the deep end for maybe six months. Party girl. Smoked dope, did other drugs as well, and slept around. Evidently a lot. She'd only had sex with me before the break up. He told me. That just wouldn’t be right. Come on. We have a wedding to plan! Now then, who has the rings?”“Rings? I hadn’t thought of rings! Does anyone know where we could get a ring?” A look of horror flashed across his face as he added, “I just know I love Brianna and want to spend the rest of my life with her.”It was Father Patrick who came to the rescue. He disappeared into his room and a few minutes later he came back with a simple set of wedding rings.Brianna’s eyes widened as she exclaimed,. Linda had become quick a good cocksucker, and she'd often given her brothers blowjobs whenever they'd come to her and let her know they needed her to suck them off. She was now stroking Larry's big hard cock and bobbing her head up and down over the head and several inches of his shaft as her father was increasingly fucking her pussy harder and deeper. He was bent over her body, cupping her full rounded breasts in both his hands and using his leverage to help him thrust his cock in and out of. I knew he would be watching me. I dropped the jacket on the floor and turned, feeling his eyes shift from my ass to my chest. I leaned back with my elbows on the bar and waited for his eyes to meet mine. ‘I like the place, Bernard. I like Armando. I like having someone know my name when I walk into a place.’ He snorted. ‘Hell, I doubt you have much of a problem there, Tori.’ His eyes kept drifting back to my nipples, which were making stark impressions upon the knitted fabric of my top, and.