The flames danced merrily in the darkness. Their orange tongues lapped at the spring sky, wiggling wildly, as if they could taste the stars twinkling ...ust out of their reach. She was hiding. These days she was always hiding. Dodging the terror better known as Bridezilla. Tonight was the night. THE NIGHT. And she had been dreading it for weeks. Kayla and Bryce were finally tying the knot. Angel had been flattered, hell flabbergasted, when Kayla had asked her to be a bridesmaid. And even though. In another lightening move his hands had cupped my breasts. I was still dreaming of Dr Rawal and did not object. He just picked me up like a baby and took me to another room where there was a cot and bed. I supported myself by hanging on to his neck with my arms around.He laid me on the bed and without waiting for any time he opened my tops and threw away the bra. I was a wax doll in his hands and I was eager for his hands to squeeze my breasts, my thighs and I was longing for a fat, long. My cocks and Trish disappeared for a few minutes and when they came back she had a small suitcase with her. I was grabbing my ankles with my pussy and asshole fully exposed moaning "fuck me, someone fuck me". I once again was ordered to "shut the fuck up whore, just do as you're told". Trish opened the suitcase and pulled out a large selection of toys and dildos. My cocks were watching from the kitchen while having some beers and put on some good music. She took off her nighty to expose a rock. It's screaming, "Get back together with Alan already!"Oh my gosh! I just realized, since I told him to think of me, that means that he's probably in the men's room down the hall at this very instant, cumming while thinking of fucking me! In fact, it takes so much to get him to cum that he probably IS shooting off this very moment, if he can even manage to cum at all before lunch ends. I swear, his stamina is so outrageous these days that I wonder if he can even cum at all using just his own.