The men objected. Strenuously. Until Bob yelled, "Half of these girls are underage, and the cops are on the way. If these women don't get the fuck out...of here, we're all going to jail. They might even take the fucking trophy back and give it to the other team!"The whole statement was full of lies. Half the girls were not underage. Only four of them were. Janice was eighteen, and the fact that semen was running down the insides of her thighs wouldn't put anybody in jail at all. Not unless she. I got up and went to the bed. "Uncle Dan got my cherry this morning, and Uncle Tony was here a couple of hours ago. You're only my third, Uncle John." Then you're for sure the fastest learner I ever saw in my life," he said, grinning. "Can I?" You'd better," I said, lying down and spreading my legs. I reached to hold my now bare pussy lips open. This getting men to do what I wanted was fun!He had other ideas, though.He wanted to use another position, and he asked me if I'd put the garter belt. I wanted to explore, be spontaneous, feel the thrill of being caught or better yet being watched by strangers who found our sex act intriguing enough to be spectators. I have bee doing some researching on my own and many articles talked about doing stuff spontaneous to spice things up like going outdoors, in the mountains, while going on a road trip or even a dark parking lot on a shopping plaza. I wanted to go somewhere, where I could scream, get loudly as I could and get naked without being. Everything was going beautifully. The entree had finished when the best man moved over to the chair next to me and asked if he could have some advice on a section of his speech. My new husband looked at him and smiled and said "You better not embarrass me too hard." I suggested I should proof read the part in question which hubby quickly agreed to. We left the reception room made our way downstairs to the bridal preparation room. It was a small room which my bridesmaids and I had used to touch.