It was a remarkable display of the male anatomy with a multitude of various sizes and shapes in various states of arousal obscenely displayed for my ...nsolicited assessment. I made my way to the now empty bar and the aging bartender set down a freshly opened beer next to me. “Reckon I might get in line,” he mumbled barely audibly over the blaring jukebox. I turned around and observed, “I don't see any line.” A smile slowly crossed his face and he gently took my hand and led me behind the bar. I don't just mean like that, though ... I don't want to put Marcus before Shawna and marrying him would do that." You're worried that any two of you getting married would create an imbalance?" I suppose, yeah. Even if ... even if we managed to get three partnerships or whatever, it still doesn't really represent us. We're not three couples, we're ... we're us. We're all in it together." So you're over here mourning the death of your wedding dreams then." Sorry, I didn't mean to drag the day. But right at the height of the utmost happiness in her life fate cruelly intervened and all that joy was snatched away. After she revived from her coma, her grief weighed her down and at times completely overwhelmed her. ‘Why me?’ was one of her uppermost thoughts. ‘What horrendous evil did I ever do to deserve this outright misery?’ ‘Why just when I was about to be the happiest of all women did Harry have to die?’ With such negative thoughts constantly on her mind, she cried herself to sleep. The room was pretty packed by now and we had sort of pushed out towards the wall it was hardly dancing more of “sardines” it was that packed.Sam that is his name was feeling my ass with both hands now his cock was pushing against me so hard, he was looking straight at my face as i felt my dress being lifted at the back and i felt his hands on my bare ass, i dont know how many dances we had been doing but i suddenly felt his fingers moving between my ass cheeks and i was so surprised i didnt.