Nat, Nicki and Whitney will assist you in dressing. And before you say anything, I’ve gone over what they need to do to keep you straight.”“Keep...me straight? I’m perfectly capable of dressing myself,” he tried.Grabbing him by his neck, she pulled his face down for an openmouthed kiss, but without tongue. She was already excited enough without that. Then grinning up at him, “A groom always needs help dressing for his wedding, besides, if someone is there, he won’t have a chance to run,” she. A little frigging and fondling soon put her in the humour for further sport. I now turned upon her and, getting my head between her thighs, I began to gamahuche her more satisfactorily, while she took my prick in her mouth and handled my balls, bottom and arsehole. I soon produced upon her a renewal of the crisis, while reserving myself for a later discharge. Wetting the middle finger of my right hand in her moist cunt, I put it up her delicious arsehole, while gently insinuating the middle. I was dared to go ask her to come in an swim. Hell, I did it. “Hey, come place water basketball with us!” I said as I walked over. “Oh, sweetie, I would love too my stomach is just feeling weird. I don’t want to get in the water.” The sun was soon at full noon. I remember watching her get up and walk over to the other side of the pool. I could see her body through her dress. I wanted to just feel her body and watch that dress just fall off her. Suddenly a splash of water got her right on her. I looked into her eyes and started to ask questions, but she put her finger to my lips and whispered, “To drink is not to turn, but to drink while mating is to share the gift of eternity. The fountain of youth lives inside our veins.”I gulped as I realized the implications ... She meant that if she had just bitten me, I would have probably died from loss of blood, been another of her victims. Because she had bitten me during sex, we had fully joined, my soul had melted away as our flesh became.