“Want to taste it?” She asked in that honest, naïve way of hers and I told her of course. She reached down into her shorts and I saw just inside ...he white cotton briefs a few fine silky strands of brown fuzz before her hand covered her up. A few moments later she shuddered and brought her fingers out, this time thickly coated with her arousal. “I have never been this excited before or this wet! Is this normal?” She asked. I assured her it was.She held her fingers up just in front of my lips and. I’m bi. I still love a real hard cock, as well as a soft pussy.” I really didn’t know where to take this conversation form there. So I changed the subject, to current events in the news. Justine was up to date on what was going on. As smart and informed as she was beautiful. I told her that my brother, who had introduced us, was a coworker of the groom. “What a coincidence,” she smiled. “I’m a coworker of the bride.” We talked a little more, just general chit-chat, getting to know more. Randy had grabbed my ankles and put them on his chiseled shoulders. He swiveled my ass up by pressing down on the back of my thighs. I hadn't been fucked for weeks, and my ass felt tight and virginal. Randy poked his cock into my coiled ring, unleashing a mix of pain and ecstasy. He impulsively lunged forward to suck my breasts, and his full length entered me in one surge. Fiery pain consumed me from within, as I desperately stifled a cry of agony that was trapped in my vocal cords by Rick's. Barb said she had something to do that evening but she would leave the keys for the unit with a Rita Warner who lived in the building in unit three eleven. She would also leave some information in the unit about the unit, golfing and the nearby area that would explain a number of things. Don thanked her and said he would see her.The drive the next day for the most part was easy because it was just about all interstate but it still was ten hours of driving. He listened to a story he had.