Then a few weeks later, one morning after she'd been out with Tonya the night before, she asked me if I would meet her after work. "Let's meet for a f...w drinks at the Martini Club." She said.We'd not been out for drinks in ages.I had been there once, with an out-of-town client. It is a classy, moody, downtown martini bar, mahogany walls and such. Bar on one side, restaurant on the other.I was there ahead of her, waiting in an out-of-the-way booth, private and secluded. She walked in looking. Seamus and Colleen were now married and embarking on the rest of their lives. The church had been decorated out with beautiful flowers, the colour of her choice. Burgundy red roses mixed with cream coloured chrysanthemums.The service flowed and even the congregation had joined in with her chosen hymns. Better yet, the sun joined in and shone down on the happy occasion. Her dress had arrived on time and fitted perfectly.The groom looked immaculate in his tux and tripped over his vows where his. ”“Ah, Jennifer. Lovely woman. Perhaps a little quick to indulge in her feminine wiles.” To prove her point, Antoinette nodded her head back toward Jennifer, who was obviously enjoying the eyes of the men and women on her. The girl raised her elbows a little higher than necessary when reaching for a glass of blood, so everyone could see how the flimsy fabric hanging around her chest raised as well, exposing her breasts.“I’d be remiss if the women weren’t so eager to show off said features,”. Pammi started trembling more. Someone suddenly pressed my ass forward and I straightway penetrated Pammis love hole breaking hymen. I heard couple of whistles around us. The red cone had entered the tunnel. Pammi gave a sharp scream with the pain. I waited few seconds and pushed forward again. My dick buried in Pammi’s cunt completely while she squeezed her face in pain. When the woman squeezes her face like this it provides comfort to the man’s ego. Man feels proud of himself or rather his.