"We're coming out! Don't shoot!"Over the loudspeaker, I said, "All cars, hold fire."Come out in single file with no weapons. There will be no games an... no second chances." Over the radio only, I said, "Heather, Dad, talk to me."Dad said, "There are four who don't look like they are quitting. The others are coming out and dropping rifles and pistols. Be careful, Son. It isn't over yet." I know. All cars, stay alert. Stay buttoned up."I started counting and reached fifteen before the shooting. During dinner that night, my mom was talking about her day while I was thinking about what I had seen earlier. I couldn't think of anything else. It made me think about what Jerry had told me about women wanting to get their asses fucked. But if that's what they wanted, then why would I need to use sleeping pills on them? Wouldn't they just offer me their asses to fuck once I finished squeezing their cheeks?Jerry didn't explain that part but I figure it had to do with the pain of getting. Arti Bhabi was ready to cum again, I wanted to cum with her so started to pump in a frenzy, until I could feel the unmistakable feeling of the start of an orgasm. As I started to pump my seed into her, her eyes suddenly opened wide, and she gasped out as she came again, I moaned and groaned, as my orgasm seemed to pull my very core out through my cock and into Arti Bhabi’s welcoming body.As I lay spent, I felt my cum slide from her and dribble down over my balls as she held me tightly.Giving me. ’ This latest piece of information cause a bit more mayhem around the table and eventually after a lot of explanations mostly from me, but some also from James we managed to settle down to dinner. The wedding was everything one could wish for, lovely sunshine, beautiful girls and terrific surroundings. Both couples were married and overjoyed that our friends were there to help us celebrate. I had emailed her sister, Jill and told her of my intentions and she had flown out the previous evening,.