"Maybe you should check in here."He squirted the lube on his fingers and then gingerly touched one of them to the wrinkly brown eye splayed open befor... him, unable to believe what he was doing-- yet with no intention of stopping. Her hole seemed to suck his finger inside as her massive butt rode down; she slid back up on it and then down again as he held it in place, and she reached into the wisps of pussy hair that stuck out down below to start rubbing her clitoris. "It may take two or more. Let’s pray before you have to get in the line-up!” He prayed for each of us and for our union. He shook Jack’s hand while I hugged him and gave him a kiss.We went around and into the bride’s parlor together where Becky and Pam were sitting. They were waiting while John and Mark were seating people.Stella came flying in. She said, ‘The church is packed! Sandy, you are lovely! I just want to cry! Becky, you look lovely! You do, too, Pam! You’re Jack’s son’s wife, aren’t you?! I met you this. His hands are pulling at my hair, forcing my head into his mass of pubic hair as his balls slap against my chin. I'm gagging with every thrust he makes, struggling not to vomit."Oh fuck yes. Oh god," Mr. Desai moans. Without warning, I suddenly feel something warm shoot down my throat. It causes me to gag really hard, but when I go to pull my head away, Mr. Desai forces it back down onto his cock. More of his cum shoots down my throat. It tastes warm and salty-kind of stringy. I gag again,. He had trapped me into confessing something and now, I would have to confess this to. I hated it, yet, somehow, I knew that it was what girls did for their boyfriends. I looked at the floor. Somehow, if it was possible, my hard on seemed to be getting bigger and more painful, as I thought about what he was going to make me say. "What is it, Karen?" "They talk...about queers being...being...cocksuckers." "Right. Are you a queer, Karen?" I looked up at him, pleading with my.