She went through half an hour of battle with herself, because she wanted to phone Karen. And she knew what would happen if she did. I know it's wrong,...she thought. But I want it. My body thrills with excitement when I just think of it.But remember how long it took to stop hurting, she reminded herself. Two or three days. Oh... maybe I could just do it myself, like I did that one time. She recalled the ruler. Sick! she told herself. But fantastically exciting! But it was better with her. It's. I asked her to describe the place and the songs that were being played. She got that right and also mentioned what I was wearing and where I was seated.The obvious question I then asked her is why she didn’t come to speak to me if she was sure it was me. She said she tried but couldn’t gather the courage to approach me as I was in a big group.I was disappointed that I couldn’t see her and she saw me. It was then she said that I was staring at her all through the evening. To confirm, I asked her. "Oh my God. It's Allen." She whispered.Anne peered at me closely and I saw the horror and recrimination comingfrom her eyes. Here she was, on her wedding day, looking at her groom,who was dressed like a bride, giving head to the best man and doing itwell.Then all hell broke loose. Anne started to cry into her father'sshoulder her mother was just looking at me like she couldn't believeit. I couldn't believe it either. The cum on my lips was getting coldand it reminded me of what had just. Who proceed to do there make up and have a good look at my cock for good measure! Now at this point I hadn't any feelings one way or another, but now I was very curious indeed! So I made my way back to my friends at the bar finished my drink and with a lame excuse left in the direction of the ladyboy bar, feeling nervous as hell I entered. It was dark with loud music and only a few punters in. But at least 10 girls in one was stripping on the stag and I was mesmerised as her cock sprang.