All I was wearing was white shorts over panties.I tried to recoil instinctively, but Mary Jo was right behind me and shoved against me, pretending tha... it was an accident.It seemed like she must've set this up because the guy was trying to drill his finger lower, toward my moistening sex!But he couldn't still be in high school because he looked oh, 24, maybe 25.His profile, which is all I could see, showed a square jaw, dark eyebrows, but sandy blond hair, like a surfer.He had to know what he. I stepped back and looked at her and smiled. She grasped hold of my dick and stroked me a few times. I reached around and released the clasp on her bra and she let it fall away, revealing small, firm breasts capped with dark brown nipples.I hooked my fingers in her jade green panties and pushed them down. She kicked them off and stood naked before me. She had a perfect triangle of jet black pubic hair that matched her long dark hair. I pulled her to me and we pressed our bodies hard against. We fell asleep together that night happy campers again.It’s two months later and “Big Bobby” has moved in with me. No, it hasn’t slowed me down much. Having him at home has easily made up for what little I’ve lost of outside dick. He runs a bar and is gone mid-afternoon till two am many nights giving me plenty of time after work to practice my “hobby”, as he calls it, cause I don’t get paid. Maybe I should and I could quit the shitty job I have.Anyway, he gets sent to work with balls drained. The crying had to stop, before Fiona ruined her gown, so Marti and Gabby complimented her on the way she looked, and how beautiful her gown was on her. They told her she was going to be the most magnificent bride anyone had ever seen, and Southern Living would have a new cover girl next month. Fiona could not take any more complements. Instead of making her happy, she broke down into tears. Tissues and hankies appeared from everywhere, trying to stem the tide of tears, and save the fabric of.