She would have gone to the bride’s dressing room, but the bride wasn’t even there yet, and probably wouldn’t be for another hour. She was gettin... her hair and nails done, no doubt relaxing in a comfortable chair while her mother worried about everything being perfect.She wandered down to the hall where the reception would be held. The tables were gorgeous. She saw Hank and two of his friends playing cards at one of the tables close to the kitchen. She started to warn them not to mess the table. The look of fear on my wife's face only added to my own arousal. "She obviously didn't know this was on the menu..." I grinned. Caroline's hands were pulled back over her ass while Adonis pounded her from behind. The man fucking my wife's throat wasn't wasting any time. He fucked her mouth and throat like you would any two dollar whore. The tears streamed down her face. In the attempt to breathe around the invader ravaging her air way, one of the black men relaxed his grip on her arm and. It's really beautiful over here." Well, that's good." Is Beth there? I've left her a couple of messages, but she hasn't gotten back to me." No, she's not here. She went out for dinner with her girlfriends last night, and called to say that she was spending the night with one of them. I'm guessing she had a few too many and decided not to risk driving home," Bill said with a little chuckle."Oh, okay. Yeah, that's probably what happened. So, how's mom doing?" She's doing okay. She's still asleep. We also developed a continuing close friendship with Ingrid. We saw her on a regular basis to help her structure the scholarly paper that she hoped to publish about her work with Lydia and I in the Journal of American Psychiatry (using monikers for our real names to preserve our anonymity). Of course it wasn't all work. We usually reserved at least three or four hours to fuck and suck each other in various three-way combinations. Ingrid was also a regular attendee at the group sex parties with.