Isn't that what Trish said? Isn't that whather father had said: "Everything's going to work out fine . . justfine!" Yes . . . for them! Now Randy was ...er only friend. She had been betrayed by her fatherand Trish . . . and yet, they were doing something that's perfectlynatural; something all grownups do . . . they wouldn't have done it infront of her. Still, she had always thought of sex as something goodand clean, something you did with someone you really loved--not just theslapping together of. She was moaning around my cock and was coming close to her first orgasm. Her long beautiful legs resting beside me, my hands on her beautiful ass we both could not hold on any longer. She let out a long deep orgasmic moan. My lips and tongue could feel her pussy quiver and throb from the orgasm. She took a while to come down from the initial peak and continued to suck my cock. I was close to my release and I warned her that I would cum soon. I had never really thought that she would allow me. Now I was looking for the opportunity for the FINAL GAME. and god listened to my wish and finally the day came. It was the day of wedding reception. in the evening everybody was getting ready and leaving for the garden which was far from the house. Early evening around 7 PM all left the house, very few relatives were there at home. I had gone to market to bring some stuff for home. when I came back I saw only 3-4 relatives at house, I asked all have left my brother said ‘YES’. I had gone inside. My hands were still on my keyboard when I went fully hard and my cock protrude from my zipper like a rocket ready to start. She whispered: Oh I can feel your cock pulsating, do you enjoy our little game? I just nodded, she whispered: Oh maybe we should up our game a bit? She stands up and crawls under table pulling her chair towards the table so that you couldn't see her. I look around but nobody seems to have noticed her move. I felt her garbing my hard cock and pulling me toward her. I moved.