We stayed at the reception until nearly midnight. The Oak Ridge Boys were incredible. Our guests had the time of their lives and our entertainers foun... the reception to be so much fun that they played far later than our contract required. When they played one of their signature songs, "If It Weren't For Kids..." I suddenly missed Millie J. and James B. The separation was painful for few minutes and I wondered if I was going to break down and cry, before I convinced myself to buck up and soldier. Until then I'd just tried to accept it, learnt to suppress my needs."Come on; let's take these out to the terrace." I invited, to break the moment, poor Matt struggling to conceal his blushes.Sitting out on the sun terrace we chatted about family, his college and his friends as we drank. It was glorious to have such a youthful injection around the place and I told him so."It gets incredibly tedious rattling round here by myself." I complained, running a manicured nail up and down through the. I remove my lips from yours and begin kissing down the side of your neck, beneath your still covered tits to your panty line. I slowly begin to pull down your g string, exposing your glistening pussy. It looks incredible. I bury my tongue into your slit lapping rhythmically and reacting to your shudders of pleasure and groans guiding me to lead you to climax. I roll over and get you to sit on my face. An order you follow with pleasure. You lower your pussy onto my face and tongue and slowly. My parents own their own import/export business, and they asked me to do something with my life other than hang around the house and smoke weed. So here I am." I see." You look frustrated, Trayana. What's wrong?" Nothing, just some shit that I go through every now and then. I'm frustrated, fatigued, depressed. Hell, I need to fucking get laid." Realizing what she just said, Treyana's eyes widened, and she quickly tried to correct herself. "Ummm, wait. That doesn't sound right." Don't worry.