You see in here there is no such thing as rape. you consent to whatever anyone else wants to do to you short of permanent physical mutiliation or deat.... If you want to avoid pain, do not go downstairs. This floor is limited to heterosexual one-on-one relationships." At that moment a waitress came over with a glass and a syringe. "Spit!" she ordered thrusting the glass in front of me and then, without warning, she jabbed the needle in my arm and withdrew a sample of blood. I spat in the glass,. You stay inside me and hold me in your arms as you move us both onto the sofa so that you are lying beneath me. As I begin to slide up and down, my cunt holds you in place as your ridge of your cock rubs against my g-spot again and again. I can feel my juices flowing down onto your balls and you grab my hips and then use my cheeks to push and pull me up and down your cock faster. You sit up momentarily to suck on my nipples, flicking your tongue across them and then gently biting them. You know. My dad did not spare any expense in making sure that everything would bring back great memories for all the years yet to come. There was more eating and drinking than you could dream of. The catering was perfect. I had my first married kiss and first married dance with my husband and then lots of men lined up to dance with me and give me a wedding kiss. I must have danced every dance for an hour. Finally I begged off because I had to go to the bathroom really bad. My bladder was busting. I went. ‘I love them.’ I said, and reached forward and pulled her top over her head. Her huge tits were constrained by a undecorated cream bra. A few stretch marks gave away her age but were only to be expected on a pair this size. Her dark olive skin gave her cleavage a bit of extra depth and I briefly imagined my cock between her large breasts. ‘Lets walk again.’ Without the t-shirt in the way, the full wobble of her tits was on view. I could barely take my eyes off the spectacle of the olive flesh.