"It might be better if we invite you back for the weekend if we can think of an excuse for doing it. That would be nicer for your first time anyway."I...really wish we could do that," Marjory told me. "You are so lucky that your parents take the attitude they do." If you recall the circumstances," I giggled, "They were making the best of what they would have described as a bad job, even if Rory and I thought it was wonderful."We both went into a fit of giggles at that."You know," Marjory said, "I. Molly kept going, thrusting the cucumber in and out of her sopping snatch. Her hips were pumping so hard that she was practically jumping off the table. And then it hit. A clear liquid sprang from her cunt with all the forces of water from a hose, splashing my face and shirt. The almost overpowering scent of Molly's musk exuded from her girlcum. She had fallen on her back, vegetable phallus still sticking out of her, and was screaming bloody murder as her hips thrust up at the ceiling. Jack scratched his unshaven chin and nodded an ok to the bassist and walked out. Tom walked behind him till he turned left to the bars stage. Jack walked behind the bar again and nodded the bartender to notice the singer. Alexis is amazing, boss. Wouldnt you like to sh…! the bartender didnt get to finish his sentence as Jack shoved a cotton towel with the brand of a whiskey in red letters in his mouth. He waved at the pile of dirty glasses and walked to the stage clearing his throat. He stopped. He kissed me hard, his strong arms pulling me against him. I melted against his hungry mouth. I clung to him, a new desire swelling in me.A pure desire.My tongue danced with Sven. I was his wife. He was my husband. My prince. I clung to him tightly, my arms locked around his neck. His hands stroked down my back, rustling the fabric of my dress, pulling the cloth tight over my breasts, my nipples aching.The rest of my family appeared around me as the light faded. They were all my wives, even the.