.?” Becky trailed off, prompting the woman to finish her thought.“I’m his wife,” the woman replied, raising her hand and brandishing a black r...ng so that Becky could see it. Becky’s brow furrowed as her anger got the better of her. In the few weeks that they had been apart, the bastard had gotten married? He’d been with Becky for three goddamned years, and he’d never tried to tie the knot.She couldn’t believe that Ryan had bounced back so quickly. A new job, a new car, a new relationship. It. She glanced down at my pants and asked, "Would you like me to relieve you in some way?" Yes, but I'd better not," I said. "We need to talk for a bit."She sat down in a chair next to mine, spreading her legs so that I could see the lips of her pussy on either side of the bikini bottom. "Stop that," I said. "I have to think about what I am saying." Then why did you have me get wet?" she asked."Because I'm still human!" I exclaimed."Yes, sir," she said, entirely unrepentant.I sighed, smiled, then. If it takes three days, I want to come away knowing I have helped every one of the girls, and their parents, have crazy orgasms. I want every man to be drained of cum, and I would be happy if every woman was covered.”“Is that before of after the reception?” Sara joked.“After, of course,” Stacy grinned. “Dad and Nicky need to have their dance, cut the cake, toss the bouquet, all that shit.”“What about your mother?” Joanie asked. “I know we didn’t go through all that trouble in Antigua just to. I heard a voice up by my head telling me to open my mouth wide. The man instructed me to swallow the liquid right away, without tasting it with my mouth first. I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, until I felt some kind of liquid squirting into the back of my throat. I swallowed it down, then received another throatful of liquid right away. As I swallowed again, I wondered what it was all about.I didn’t think about it long, because I became aware of a thin, soft dildo getting worked.