She thought about how at first she had not wanted to have sex with them. It wasn’t that she was a prude, or that she had a boyfriend or anything, or...even that she had a racist mindset. Everything just happened too fast, and she instinctively tried to pump the brakes on the situation, but her good friend was crying, and the clock was ticking away quickly, and the whole night just got away from her. Before she knew it the biggest cock that she ever had was going in and out of her mouth and down. " Ali just shook her head in bewilderment and gave the ring to her friend.Now fully dressed, Barbara stood back and softly whistled. "Ali, last year I thought Ginger was the most beautiful bride the good Lord had ever created. Maybe she was. But now ... Ali, you are utterly exquisite. Please look at yourself."When Ali looked in the mirror she was reminded of Bill's favorite description of her: a vision in shades of gold. She was gold and white with the only color being the brilliant blue of her. Me and phil had previously concocted this scenario.I asked her if she wanted a massage she said it sounded good but she didnt know,with alittle coaxing from me and phil she agreed.we headed for phils room and had another drink before things got started phil walked behind marta and gently began to massage her neck and shoulders she jumped but then relaxed and said that feels really good,I had never seen another man touch my wife and something inside me felt scared and jealous at watching another. As I started to move my hand up her inner thigh, Jenny moved her legs ever so slightly apart. I smiled and kissed her gently. That kiss grew until she reached down and moved my hand higher. “Brett,” she whispered, “Please touch me!” I found her thong and discovered how wet it was. I caressed her folds through the material, her legs now wide apart, giving me full permission to play. “Oh, Brett!” was all she could manage. I reached for her leg and found the edge her thong, pulling it aside as my.