"Brad got on his knees and opened Carl's pants. Yes. His dear friend was hard.That's what bothered all girls in the group: Carl was gay. He had no sex...al interest on them. He was a great friend, very funny, a hell of a guy, but he never had any interest on fucking them. Now, that shouldn't be a problem, of course. A girl and a gay guy can, after all, be just friends.But it wasn't fair. Carl Fitzgerald had simply the biggest cock in that group. Eight inches of meat, when hard. Eight inches.. “Do you ever worry that there’s something we’re forgetting absolutely?” she asked.“All the time,” he answered. “We get down in the front of the sanctuary, and Jake says: ‘Wait a minute, you haven’t done this. I can’t perform the ceremony.’ Well, we’ll ask him next time. It’s more likely something we haven’t thought about which makes it damn hard to live together.” Not that there weren’t things she had thought about which would make it damn hard to live together.“Someday, you’ll have to give me. Jon Davis . . . that was his whole name' I wondered to myself, and probably looking like a clueless idiot too.Meanwhile, Jon was wondering if he had a chance of getting into Teagan's pants.'I think I can,' he told himself, as he checked out her tiny chest, and down to her legs once again.Teagan caught him looking again and was on to him now, as she stuck out her chest as far as she could, but not before she had a hard time breathing."Ohh - - there's the flour," I said, trying to distract him. ” I stammer back at him, “I am, I want this. So bad. Please.” My need is heard in my voice, and he chuckles. “I think you are going to work just fine.” I don’t really understand this last statement, but it’s really not where my focus is at the moment. I close my eyes, feeling the throbbing between my legs growing stronger. He gets out of the car, and seconds later my door opens. “After you” he says. I stand on shaky legs and wait for him to show me the way. A tiny sliver of light shines from.