That would be the best wedding present you could give me."I'm delighted. "Okay, if Carlo agrees. I think he'll be honored. Anything else?"She suddenly...seems uncertain. "This is not a condition, Cindy. This is a request. Will you be my Maid of Honor?" Oh, Candy. Thank you. I will. And I promise, I won't even get all bitchy about the bridesmaid's dresses. I promise I will do my best to make it your special day."She stands then and I leap up to hug her. We kiss and it turns into a very sensual. Oh my god! she screamed as I turn her off the tailgate and holding her hips. Bend all the way over and grab your toes. I told her. I want to empty this beerAfter the beer as empty I let go of her. She tried to stand up but a bottle in the ass had her walk funny. She moved to the side of the truck. Squatting with her back to the truck so she wouldn't fall a drive the bottle up her ass. She pulled it out like she was pissing. I told her. She was to go home a bath hug her daddy a do ever. As she rubbed her mound first her middle finger slipped between the moistening lips. Then another, soon she had three fingers running up and down this crying girl's slit as she played with her nipple. Eventually as she worked on her she felt the girl starting to rock in to meet her hand."That's it, you're a good girl. If you're a good girl you'll be safe."Brooklyn was starting to get a bit breathless herself and was rubbing against the girl to try and get some pleasure herself.It didn't take. ”“I’ll take that as a yes,” she replied and placed her feet on the table right in front of my eyes.“I bet you want to kiss them, suck them, and worship them.”I replied, “Yes Miss, I mean yes Laura” in an eager tone.She giggled and said, “If you do well maybe Miss Laura might let you play with her feet, would you like that?”“Yes Laura,” I said relieved.“It’s Miss Laura when we're alone, understand?” she said in a seductive tone.“Yes Miss Laura,” I replied.“Good, since you did so well this week,.