Regardless, you ARE dancing with him at my wedding." Why do I have to?" I pout. "It’s a stupid tradition."“You’re my maid of honour,” she expl...ins like I’m a child. “And he’s the best man. You’re dancing with him.”“Bollocks! I’m not coming.” I look away at the boxes of decorations stacked on her side table next to the seating chart. “It’s not like I know anyone there.”"I'm marrying your brother." Ashley's mouth forms a thin line."We're not that close." I wave my hand dismissively before taking. It took him quickly, for which I was thankful. I loved him and did not want to see him suffer. But now that Harry was gone, I was on my own. Thankfully, he’d left me the Winnebago we’d taken on our yearly trips to the Catskills and enough money from his well-managed mutual funds and life insurance to allow me some security. For a few years anyway. But life in a middle-class Brownstone in the Bronx without him and with no family of my own, I found myself longing to indulge in that mid-life. She was still bent over the couch so I just grabbed the shaft of her my cock and slapped her ass hard and said you want to fuck, yes baby yes fuck me, and then I jammed my cock into her tight asshole as she tried to breakaway we went down to the ground all along keeping my cock in her asshole. She cried ti hurt and she had never been fucked in the ass before so that made me more determined to fuck her ass hard with no mercy. That bitch sure can cry some big tears, but I continues to hold her. "In the pit of my stomach, I know he's right. "Fine then," I say, "you'reon." I drop my robe to the floor, standing naked. Likewise, Jay strips off.We hold our dicks in our hands. His is an inch longer, but I know mine isstronger when erect."Begin!" he says, swinging his 7 inch member at mine. Our flesh connects -neither of us winces. We take several swings at the other, our limp dicksslapping against each other in the tepid temperature of the room. It's aneven contest. Things soon start to hot.