" Oh yeah, I'd forgotten about that." I'd half meant it as a joke at the time, not realising that you could actually have a woman as your best man. No... I knew that you could do that then if I ever married I probably would ask her to be my best man."Do you remember what you promised me?" Not to look at your bra when you're drunk again?"She giggled again and punched me in the arm, "Shut up," she laughed, "I meant about being my bridesmaid." Eh?" You asked me to be your best man and I said yes as. He waved me off with his hand then covered the phone with his thumb and pointed at an envelope on the night stand. He said it’s for you. I picked it up and had an ominous feeling in my tummy as I walked out of the room and leaned against the wall and opened the letter. As I read the letter my heart beat faster and my mouth went dry.The letter had very specific instructions. Instructions that my mind rebelled against but my pussy responded too. So began the battle, as I went to the bathroom and. So far so good..wheres lipstick? They pointed to a box of them mixed! nice nice i replyed and jokingly said i hope i can find a pink one for him so he will look real cute! (didnt find a pink wtf!) anyway didnt se those eyeöleyner pens. the attendats where still close by so i asked about it but they didnt have it! i was like ah hes proabobly gonna be really cute either way! at that point i felt as smooth as ever no way they think its for me. Little did i know my charade was about to crack,. She moved in a slow steady rhythm, squeezing my hands tight. I could feel her breath on my face, and in the dark our lips touched. The tip of her tongue moved across my lips gently pushing them apart. At the same time, her hand was between my legs and her finger worked its way under the edge of my panties. My heart pounded, unsure what was happening but not wanting her to stop. Sarah's tongue was like a feather brushing across my lips. I opened my mouth and she explored the warmth inside. Then.