I head into the doors when I looked over to the bar because I always stop and grab a few drinks but I see my fiancé and his crew and damn near droppe... my bag.When the security guard looked at me he asked if I was ok and I asked him “How long those guys at the bar been here?” he looked over to the bar “Oh, them? They been here for about an hour, Is everything ok?” My mouth dropped “Are you fucking serious?!?! SHIT!!!!” I Jetted to the dressing room bypassing the bar. Since I always stop there to. Why don’t you see how good it tastes?”I was so hard tears rolled down my face as she growled deep in her throat before she sucked his cock between her lips. I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. I’ve heard of guys cuming from watching other people and I wondered if that was going to happen to me.“Are you on birth control?” he asked.“I use a diaphragm and I have it in,” she answered. “I’m ready for you.”‘I get to fuck her. Oh, thank you, God, thank you,’ I thought. When Grandpa slipped. He marched down the hallway, the volume of their ruckus rising higher withevery step. He felt as if he were approaching a den of feral felines. Oncehe reached their door, he looked it up and down, pondering on what laid onthe other side of it.After a moment, he just pounded on the door three times.The noise within continued uninterrupted. He waited. Nothing.He pounded another three times, then another three after that. After hislast round of knocks, the music in the room quieted down. A moment. My heart was pounding as I shaved the stubble from my vulva in the tub and washed my 'parts'. I resisted the urge to masturbate. I had not climaxed in several days, and the temptation to 'take the edge' off' here in the tub using my handheld water massager was quite real. However, I resisted. I wanted to save my climax for my 'friend'. I sat in front of my vanity table, applying my make-up and blow drying my hair. I looked good. I pulled my blonde hair into a ponytail. My large green eyes, and.