I’d forgotten what other cocks were like. Mmmmm so nice, stretching my throat. I was wearing the sun-dress I had wore at the wedding and was leaning...over next to him on the couch. He was rubbing my ass and working his thick fingers into my pussy as I sucked his large lovely cock and balls. He then unbuttoned my dress and pulled my tits out of my bra and basically started milking my nipples. Then started calling me names like his cock sucker, such a cum slut, this bitch was born to blow, a real. I didn't want to spoil the total effect. "So I went back into the bedroom and pulled on my skirt. Boy, I loved that skirt. Every time I put it on I got a little thrill. Then I grabbed that sweater and pulled it on, being supercareful not to muss my makeup. The only thing left was shoes. I didn't have too many shoes (shoes are expensive, you know. I don't want to spend a fortune on something I'm only going to wear a couple of times) but I did have a pair of ankle boots in black that worked well. She was afraid he’d take me for my money. (He did well as a small business attorney.) She was afraid that if we got married that he’d cheat on me every chance he got just like my ex did. (It was Rick’s ex who did all the sleeping around before they divorced.) She made me promise that he’d get checked out before we decided to have sex. (We already covered that topic back in July.) By that point, I needed a vodka and lemonade – a double. Mom made a point of telling me that it was only three in. ” Jess said without elaborating. Amelia did, though.“There’s a BIT more to it than that. Now strip.”Once I was naked, Amelia dug into the bag of goods she’d brought from Spooner’s. I wondered for a moment if the items in there were charged to our store credit or paid for otherwise. There was no polite way of asking, of course. And we had a shit-ton of credit to use that we hadn’t paid for so it would have been at least a little petty.She withdrew a clear plastic ... thing. A thing that I didn’t.