I use two fingers to give you a better view, I start to stroke my clit and moan. You can't take your eyes off of me. I slip one finger into my hole an... I can feel myself cuming. I motion for you to come over, when you get close I grab your head and push your face into my now contracting pussy. I'm cuming and I'm making you lick up all of the juices. My fingers are still gripped into your hair as I grind my pussy on your face. My breathing slows down and you pull your face away. "I hope you. And then I saw him, and I knew I had to take the first step. But not because I liked him, my best friend on the other hand was in love with him. So I caught the one tear that fell from my cheek and made my way down the aisle. I stood at the front of the church and smiled like I meant it. I didn’t mean it. I wasn’t happy. My smile was fake when I did all my duties as maid of honor-dancing with the best man [a pompous prick named Mac], catching the bouquet, and making sure the limo was on time.. She followed him down the street until she could see no one behind them. ‘Tony!’ He stopped and looked back past her, then seemed to relax when he saw the coast was clear. He moved to kiss her and she let his lips brush hers, then they walked towards Southbank. ‘Where’d you get to Friday night?’ It wasn’t how she had planned to start. She had planned to launch a scathing attack, but having had the whole day to think, she had decided to continue the game a bit longer. She had come to realise. But I had no choice. With every heart beat my member grew. As my dick got bigger, I became more uncomfortable. As I became more uncomfortable, I became more aroused. My body was no longer under my control. I knew I would not win the battle to keep my arousal at bay. So, I decided my best move would be to sit. If I did, maybe I could hide my “problem.” I looked for another chair, as it was obvious she was going to sit in the one behind her. Seeing nowhere else I decided I would sit at.