” Molly opened the door wider for Maggie to enter. “I know it isn’t Tuesday,” Maggie said, “but I believe we have some catching up to do.”...“And some important matters to discuss.” Molly shut the door behind her. “You still have to be fitted for a formal gown.” Maggie smiled at her. “You still want me to be your Maid of Honor?” “Of course. There was never anyone else. Imagine how foolish I’d look standing up there during the ceremony all by myself.” Maggie laughed and took Molly into a warm. “That stool taken?” shequestioned.“No one has been setting there,” I answered.She walked over as I reached to pull the stool out forher as she slid on to it. “Thanks,” she said, “haven’tseen you in here before.”“I don’t live here,” I said. “I drive truck, and amdelivering across at the mall in the morning,” Icontinued.The bar gal brought her drink and I drop a twenty on thebar to pay. “Thanks,” she. There was barely a handful.I stroked it and it got hard.I would describe his cock as a pencil dick.Most guys know what that means.Not very long and skinny.I really wanted to get this over with,I'll tell you why later in the story.I told him to get his pants off.He did as I pulled my skirt up to my waist and my t-shirt up over mt tits.I spread my legs and helped guide his cock into my pussy.He shoved his cock in and started wildly pumping me.This went on for awhile until he finally came.I could. Claire could only hope that the ordeal would not be too prolonged for poor Alex, but the card positioned on the door made her think the worst. The scene had caused Claire to slump into a mini-depression as it made her sense what her own plight was going to be like. Again, Claire drifted off into her own world and Charlotte had to give her another little shove in the back to rouse her into the current reality. Charlotte continued walking down the corridor, leading Claire like a little lapdog..