I knew she’d be feeling sorry for herself and I knew she took no personal responsibility regarding her predicament. She’d said as much at the caf�.... I tried and succeeded in ignoring her tear-stained face, thinking of what Paul said about, ‘crocodile tears’.Mary didn’t even look around. She seemed to have no interest in whether or not anyone saw her exit the trunk and she didn’t even do it gracefully. She just did it quickly. I’m sure she gave Paul as much of a look at her panties as she gave me. I asked her why she was calling me. She said " come pick me up i can't drive I'm too drunk."We argued but then I said ok. ( before you make a judgment in Georgia you get your drivers license at 16. )I drove and picked her up at her friends house and she was wasted. I struggled to get her in the car but I did. I drove back home. I helped her out of the car and into the house. The entire basement is her room so I helped her down the stairs. She said she had to pee so I let her go in the bathroom. He came back into the room as I toiled between my legs, I was pissed-off, angry, frustrated and jealous he could do it so quickly, but as he pulled back the top cover, I lay in the fetal position, my legs drawn up, my bum facing him as he slid into the nook, I formed.It was sudden and took me by surprise, he slid deeply into my openness, fucking me with more power than I had experienced, his length assaulting my cervix, never so deep in our past lovemaking, this was different, he was fucking me. "Thank you aunt Connie," Judy replied.Then she left and got a piece for herself, along with everyone else. We also had soda and water there for people to drink. Luckily no one we know of put those pieces together. Then as at just every wedding that's not done at a courthouse, it was time for the toasts. First Tim stood up."Hello my name is Tim, the best man. I was a good friend of the groom growing up. I just recently found out he found out he was engaged. But I've been told this relationship.