"Clyde, I said I was sorry for what I said to you, and my attitude. I will make it up to you when I get back on Sunday. I'm gonna see to it that you a...e one very happy fella. So, just calm down and cut me a little slack. Please, Clyde," she said."Good luck with that, Verna, I warned you and you pissed on my blue suede shoes anyway. Have a nice rest of your time with Marlon, I need to be going. Bye."I hung up on her. The phone rang again even before I got to the door. I guess she was nervous;. Obviously, my first question was where were the keys. She didn't answer me only to say it didn't matter as long as I didn't have them. We both got up and headed for the bathroom to relieve ourselves. "No, not you," she said. She sat down on the toilet and spread her legs to deliberately allow me to watch her pee. "From now on," she explained, "you only pee after I pee." I jokingly reminded her that men don't pee, women pee, men piss. She didn't even smile. She just continued to pee and I. Chris stood as still as a rock with one hand pushing his cock down but looked at the other guy from the corner of his eye. As they stood there breathing slowly and lost in sexual thought, a third guy walked into sight and came to stand closer to Chris. In a second he reached out and touched Chris’ thigh and gave it a slight squeeze. He left the hand stay there and relaxed his arms and the guy took it as a sign and started to stroke the hard muscles under the towel. Wasting no time, his hand. I have been blessed with 34 sized melons and a 24 inches waist carved on a base of 34 inches with a glowing milk tone. I will leave the rest up to you to imagine. Let me not bore you any longer and directly come to my wedding night sex story without wasting any more time of yours.Last December it was my friend’s wedding in Delhi. The wedding and the sangeet were to take place in a hotel, and all the arrangements had already been made. On the morning of her sangeet (a function before the wedding.