I would have to clear my eyes and take a good look at the woman lying next to me to realize that she was not Fiona.I never told any of my girls about ...hat particular problem.Speaking of my girls, the weddings we had discussed worked out mostly without problems. We would invite in each of the girls families for the week leading up to the day of the wedding. The following week would be just me and whichever of my girls I had just married. Everyone agreed to the arrangements. It wasn't just a. I invited them to join me, or I could join them (to save electricity, of course). They weren't sure, and I didn't force the issue. We all went our own ways.After icing a drink, I turned on the TV and checked out the movies. Finding one, I tuned in and stripped off my loungers. Now, in the all-together, I relaxed. I could hear commotion in the next room, and it got rather loud. "You ask him!" "No, you ask him!" This went back and forth a few times, so I called their room. "Look, if you're going. "You don't know that!" Um...ya, I do, Alex- Brie can attest to that, remember?" Sir's? Can we get on with the questions you want my opinion on?" Cindyinterrupted.We both stopped, realizing we were ignoring our guest.I took a minute to compose myself before asking the main question- theone that would allow me to terminate one of many paradoxes- one of themost important ones."Cynthia Jane Riggby, do you sometimes wonder if you have beenoverlooked- that you were meant for better things other than. Make yourself come for me, you naughty, dirty girl." You groan once, deeply, then over and over, each utterance louder than the last. The vibrations travel through my swollen cock and make my very soul quake. “You may not look away from my cock, but I can tell you there is quite a little crowd gathering. All watching a slut on her knees sucking a hard cock. You like them watching you, don’t you?” Your groan is primal and your fingers start to rub furiously. You nod. “Each one is straining for a.