"I had some good times before, but I believe you DO take the cake. I can't remember havin' someone eat my snatch like YOU'RE doin." You're DRAININ' my...honey pot. OH GOD!!! EAT ME, SWEETHEART!!! LICK ME DRY!!! THAT FEELS SO DAMN GOOD!!!" She was humping up to his face, crying, shaking her head, and squirming under his face, coming so hard and so fast, it was impossible to control. He was afraid she would have a stroke. He sucked at her clitoris, and the results were almost identical. She would. She moved up to Nottingham from Kent when she went to university, and then decided to stay there ever since. After she’d moved, we didn’t really see much of one another, but always kept in touch, meeting up probably once or twice a year if we were lucky. Shelley had only met her three times when this happened, but they seemed to get on well, and when Sue later said that she was coming back down to Kent for a few days to see family, I suggested she stay at our place for a night so we could go. And I’d have to have said that the man looked good: his suit, I was certain, cost more than my car; well, my car was eight years old when I bought it, so... I did chance a glance at my ex-fiancée, Marian Carton, who was a bride’s maid and at the far end of the line of four young ladies supporting the bride. Two, complete strangers to me, were cast in the roles of Best man and Maid of Honor. The more I thought about my willingness to be a groomsman rather than insisting on being best man, the. I know nothing about him and I'm going to just submit to him without knowing what I'm getting into? My rational mind would've never gone through with it, but my rational mind wasn't in control anymore. His short, curt messages had awaked my submissive side and now I knew there was no turning back. I got in my car and after a short drive I arrived at the motel. The motel was run down and wasn't in the best part of town but my I also made a mental note that it had a gay bar next to it and an.