"Come in."Wayne was seated on his bed wearing a pair of satin pyjama pants, hesmiled at Jim, probably trying to keep from laughing after all Jim knewh...w stupid he looked. "I didn't think you would actually do it, but Iguess you want to earn your way. Come here, kneel at my feet."Jim did as instructed, best to just put himself on autopilot, do as hewas told and try not to think about what was happening to him. Jim kepthis head down looking at the floor waiting for the inevitable now butWayne. The groom’s brother understood and once again he began to playfully grind his nose on my ass crack. He kept praising me by saying how round and soft my ass cheeks are. I enjoyed the session when he addressed me as his mistress.Groom’s brother: This is the perfect ass that I have seen so far, my mistress. I am glad that you allowed a pervert like me to worship it.Me: Now, you are a pussy more than a pervert. So, that’s that and now move your lips and worship my pussy. It is a bit sticky. You know, deep satisfying de-sexing kind of fuck. A fuck after which you feel so filled with joy that all you want is company of your lover, want to feel the naked body, because your mind wants more, but sex is no more physically possible. The body is just not aroused, mind is. And still wants to fornicate with all its might.Am not sure if you remember the first time it happened. I do. You were in a local. Red top, blue jeans, black bra and black lace panties. Yes I took that panty of yours. It. "I can feel it Harry, I can feel your cock in my tight pussy" she gasped in between noisy moans, and rode his cock even harder, moving her pussy in circular motions that made them both pant heavily. He pinched her nipples and cupped her tits, thrusting harder and harder. As she seemed to be getting tired, Harry pulled her off him, a strand of pussy juice hanging from in between her legs. She went on her hands and knees, leaning over the couch's arm, and Harry positioned himself behind her..