"Touch me. I know you want to."Karen reached out and began to run her hands over Stacey's tattooed flesh, her fingers tracing over the ink. She seemed...mesmerized by the bright colours and designs against Stacey's white flesh. Stacey giggled and moaned as Karen's hands travelled her body and stopped at the little bright tattoo just above her pussy. Her fingers traced over the letters as she realized it was my initials. She turned and smiled at me before returning her attention to Stacey. She. Girlfriend…..Wife….then slips me into her mouth and starts giving me head. I can’t see her below my kilt so I watch Fiona as she gently caress her boobs. As the bride cups my balls I’m allowed to slip into her throat. My knees quiver as she starts bobbing and grinding my dick. Standing with my dick exposed and blown by my bro’s bride and in front of her best friend tweaking her nipples, has me all too soon cuming in her mouth: unbelievable. As she cleans my wilting knob I slip out of her mouth.. “Is that it? Right there?”I nodded.“And it wasn’t hard? Before?”“Not until you took your shirt off,” I said.“Can I...” She didn’t finish, but she was Grandma Mona’s granddaughter, so I knew what she meant.I stuck my thumbs in the waistband of my jockeys, and pushed. Hair showed first, and she gasped.“You’re sure.” I said.She nodded again, and her breasts wobbled some more.I lifted my hips again, and slid my jockeys to my thighs. Then I let my butt back down.She stared. She was holding her. "Where's your license?"My eyes went wide. "Oh God you wouldn't dare." Please no! Please no! Please no! Gaah!"What?" he said, the perfect picture of wounded innocence. "That's how you found out mine. How am I supposed to introduce you to my parents, anyway, when we break the news to them? 'Mom, Dad, this is Meredith, uh... Meredith Something Levine, she won't tell me her middle name but I'd like to marry her anyway, ' yeah, that'll totally inspire their confidence." Well..." I said. I had to.