I was led over to a mattress still in a near comatose state and as one man laid down on his back, another guided me onto his cock and as he held me in...place. the next man got behind me and licking my asshole and spitting on it, he then inserted his cock deep into me. "Fuck that whore" I heard a voice cry out as both men pumped away at my cunt and asshole at once. After a few minutes I was beginning to get my senses back and soon felt both cocks pounding away at me in unison. Just then the last. I reached out and touched one of her nipples, her breasts were smaller than mine but I found them sexy. Her nipple was firm beneath my fingers, “I’m horny, Hannah.” With my hands still on her tits I pushed her backwards slightly in till her knees hit the edge of her bed and she fell down on her back. I crawled on top of her, my legs straddling her; I kissed her, my tongue slipping into her mouth. My fingers were still tweaking her nipples, rolling the pink buds between them. My lips went. Well, we never actually went straight home. We stopped in another pub for a quiet drink, to calm Sheila's nerves down a bit. From there we dated steadily for several months until she went off to University.It was four years later, and I was playing best man at a friend's wedding. Who should turn up as a bridesmaid but Sheila? Now everyone knows that the best man is supposed to look after the bridesmaid. So, the next thing you know Sheila and I wake up in the morning in the same bed. Damn that,. But wait, what was he doing?He was unfolding his handkerchief. Now he was holding it up to her with both hands, the red polka-dots looking almost like... Hearts! He was holding up the panties she had been wearing yesterday! He’d been carrying them around in his pocket! For some reason she found this thought exciting—if a little disgusting. And now she watched, fascinated, as he took her panties, cupped them in his right hand, and began to stroke his erection with them—looking right at her.