For one, I have always loved a woman’s breasts. These are God’s best creations. As I grew older, I was fascinated with them and had a fetish for b...g pairs (not that all the women I slept with had big ones). I also fantasised sucking them, and this fantasy was fulfilled very very late in life, to more than I could ever expect.One of the women aroused another fetish in me. Undergarments. I began to collect as a “trophy” or to put it humbly, “memoirs”, the bra and panties worn by my women during. "Come on, you can show more enthusiasm than that! I want you to be my 'best man' And I won't even make you throw a bachelor party."Now she laughed, too. "Cool! Um... what does a best man do?" Besides the bachelor party? Carries the rings, and enough cash to pay for the license and the minister or justice of the peace. Stands next to the groom at the ceremony. Makes a toast at the reception. Soaps the words, 'Just Married' on the trunk or rear window of the groom's getaway car, or makes a. I pushed away her hand and grabbed her waist again with both my hand and pounded her up and down with all the force I could. I was almost going to cum and she immediately removed her ass off my dick, turned around, pushed me on the bed and started to stroke my shaft while sucking on just the tip of my dickhead. She stroked with full force and I sprayed out my cum.I growled while I came and she couldn’t hold the first few drops of cum that I sprayed in her mouth. It oozed out through the sides. "All set, Captain Shanna?" Is this a permanent promotion, King James?" We'll see. Ready?"She looked down the double row of men."Ready." Launch us, if you please!"Shanna felt the jolt as the boat moved under her, pushed by dozens of men down the log ramp. The splash of the bow into the water signaled they would NOT be stuck on shore, as a small part of her had feared, and hoped. With grunts and shouts, both in and out of the vessel, the ship continued. She could feel the hull under her floating..