I was licking and pushing my tongue deeper, tasting her juices. It felt like her pussy was pouring juice into my mouth. She was shaking already and br...athing rapidly. “Oh god! Oh Fuck! I’m going to fucking cum already! Oh FUCK! Oh fucking eat my cunt!!” She screamed. I lifted my mouth from her pussy. I could feel my cheeks coated with her juices. I kept my chin between her parted lips. I could feel her juices running from down under my chin and starting down my neck. "Yes, baby! Yes, Becky! Cum. Do you think we all have to go through the repetition that we did before, or can we shorten it, do you think?”“It was long enough last time, Reg.” He considered for a moment then suggested, “Why not have her and you commit to each other, and then have her commit to your other wives, and simply ask them to say that they will accept her as another wife. They just need to say ‘I will’, and that should suffice. It is not a legal ceremony, anyway, so we are simply going through the motions – even. I had been thinking a lot about that night, well over a decade before.The parallels were unnerving—frantic preparation, the short time on stage, the applause, the after party. My mind wanted to avoid what came after the party—tits, clumsiness, dismissal, shame. Like trying not to think of a pink rabbit, I thought of little else. All week I had buried myself in the preparations. Now that it was over, fear began to gnaw at me. I literally jumped when a voice spoke.The was no need to be startled.. ”The words stung. If Brooke had known where they were going to begin with …She’d dressed to do a certain kind of impressing, certainly, and was sure that she could carry off borderline-slutty in a place like this if she assumed enough self-assurance. But in truth Kimber’s look showed her up. The taller girl looked every inch the killer blonde, white dress swathing her lissom frame to demure effect.Strolling into the mirrored splendour of the main bar, Brooke shrugged off Kimber’s cattiness. She.