I'll those patients... "Hmmmm... Miss Silverman..."I flick my tongue rapidly across her sex, her juices flowing excitedly from it. Boy this girl is a ...orny one."Ohhhh that feel soooo good Miss Silverman... UHHHH... YESSSS"I really am amazed just how brain dead this cunt really is. OF COURSE it's going to feel good. That's the point, else why would she be asking me to do it! Honestly!Her hands take hold of my head and force my tongue deeper into her steaming sex. Didn't I tell her last time not. That said, the hand was small enough, it had to be the Japanese chick I'd seen fucking her husband earlier in the sex swing, as opposed to hubby, himself.In the background, Taco's Puttin' on the Ritz meekly emitted from what sounded like an 8-track player, jammed into the dashboard of an AMC Pacer, in the parking lot."Is this music really playing," I wondered, "or is this the soundtrack to my sorry excuse for an existence?"Gazing around the enclosed space, I searched for some source to the. ” He held up the bowl and shook it. “And will be drawn out at random. Please be ready when your name is called.”And so it began. The first student stammered through a speech on the Revolutionary War. Or maybe it was French and Indian war. Hell if I know, I really wasn’t listening. It might not have even been a war. Something about fighting, I’m pretty sure. I was actually busy scrolling through Facebook. Jess was on her phone as well, probably doing the same, I imagine.One after another, each. . They are now united from this day forward as husband and wife before God and their witnesses, they sealed their vows with the holy kiss. Shelly felt her head begin to spin slightly as their lips met and she struggled to regain her composure for she would not ruin her wedding day. The ballroom where the reception was held was identical to Cinderella’s ballroom where she first met her prince. Shelly smiled as she had regained her strength. Their wedding gifts were under a Christmas tree by the.