At least it looked that way.The wedding celebration continued. When it was time for the bride and Groom to leave the party, Ron quietly whispered to m..., “Meet us at the motel. Wait until the bridal car leaves and then come up to the honeymoon suite.”“Fuck, Ron, this is your wedding night mate. I can’t be there. Does Ronnie know what you are doing?”“Just meet us there. Don’t tell anyone.”I shook my head at him as they were leaving. Ronnie saw me, smiled and blew me a kiss. I waited around twenty. Standing with my head down I watched as he moved his hand to my crotch. My heart pounded as he cupped my balls. He stepped closer and put his other hand on my shoulder. My mind went blink as he pulled my beside him. He stroked my dick a few times, but it was no use. He said why don't you get your things and come with me. As if I was in a trance I picked up my clothes and followed him. We walked a couple of minutes, and I seen his camp site tucked away in the wooded area. His tent was bigger. Those boobs swallowed the plate and cutlery like a landslide.“Is this your first time taking a cock in your ass,” I asked her, rubbing my cock between her buttcheeks like I wanted to saw it in half. It also helped give her a sense of the size difference between my cock and her bubbly ass; I could feel her pounding heartbeat through my chest when I leaned against her back.“Yes... we used to accept credit and debit... I think.”“Ah, times change. Just try to relax otherwise this is going to be. Trish will tell me in due time. ‘I don’t want him to think I’m crazy, Sean. He is older than me.’ That was a slight opening and I stepped through the little opening she gave me. ‘Trish, you cuddled up close to me wrapping me in your arms and legs last night. I didn’t complain, didn’t get angry, and didn’t call you crazy. Can you look at me over your sausage and eggs and tell me I am reading too much.’ Trish look up, looked over her sausage and eggs and in a cute exasperated tween singsong.