Then we fell asleep then the morning came and she gave me her address and her number and said "why don't I come visit her sometime." A few days past a...d then I got on a plane and went to LA and went to her address she gave me and when I was a half mile from her place I called her and said I was in town and thought I would stop by she said ok come on by and we can continue where we left off. So I got to her place and she definately had the biggest mansion I have ever seen. I rang the doorbell. He growled when her hands started to leave, "Don't you fucking stop, don't you dare fucking stop touching your pussy for Daddy! You finger yourself until we both cum, you little slut." He growled again, and with an arch and twist, she was on her back before him, and he pushed her thighs wide, hands sliding up under her knees, shoving them up, lifting her ass, and he grunted as he slid his cock home again. She screamed softly, loving his ferocity, and thrust three fingers rapidly into her soaked. That is, until now&hellip, Two of my friends were getting married. For the purposes of this story, lets call them Lexxi and Nikki. As their names indicate, they were lesbians. And that meant two bridesmaids, two bachelorette parties and two strippers. Luckily, I was not a close enough friend to be a bridesmaid. I say luckily, because I think marriage is a total and utter waste of time and money and being part of one would make me a hypocrite. But that did not mean I refused when I was asked to. It's so clinical. Makes sex seem more impersonal. The passion can be there, but not the emotional attachment. All sort of reduced to the lowest common denominator. Or as you guys call it sport f'ing. " Allison?" Yes." What are you talking about?" I don't know. We're both talking too much. Putting off decisions I guess." I promise I won't kiss you." Ah, a real gentleman." So?" So what?" So, do you want me to touch you?" Oh me. I shouldn't be saying this, but do it slowly. There's just enough.