I looked back at him, he had been joined by a tall curvaceous blonde girl in a tight dress. There is no way I can compete with her, my figure, althoug... good, was of the slim, even petit variety. I look back at them, he turned his black eyes onto me; I could feel a shiver go up and down my spine.Somehow I couldn't forget about him, I dreamed about those eyes, staring at me, looking into my very soul, so when I saw him the following week at a party, my heart soared. I looked around for the tall. I took my right hand off her breast but kept teasing and lightly pinching her left breast with my left hand. Now with my right hand I reached down and inserted two fingers into Barbs very wet and slippery vagina. Barb was losing control fast. I could feel and hear her rapid breathing. My mouth went back to her swollen clitoris and as I began lightly sucking as my fingers felt around her slippery love hole for her G-spot. Eureka, and started a G-spot massage. It wasnt long before Barbs hips. We got married at 22 in a big church of her choosing. It was the best dayof my life, but tinged with sadness that my late parents weren't there.Fran was stunning of course, and I remember thinking as I watched herwalk up the aisle that I had done pretty well for myself.I had managed to get a job at a local newspaper and was happy there for acouple of years, before they had laid me off. In the meantime Fran hadused her degree to begin carving out a great career in television,working as a script. “I love your wet pussy “ I whispered in her ear and began running a finger along her slit. She spread her legs a little wider giving me room to slide two then three fingers inside her increasingly wet cunt. It wasn’t long until she started moaning louder and pushing harder against me telling me to do it. “Do it please do it to me “ pleading to me, then took a deep breath when my hand moved the robe up . Her hand was quick to reach under her lining my cock up and pulling it inside her. “Oh.