Sam was nervous? How could my best friend be nervous? From the moment I had met her she was a bundle of confidence and a girl that seemed to know just...about everything.She and I were about the same height. She had a slender build (no baby fat), blond hair and piercing green eyes. What did she have to worry about? I wanted to think before I spoke further (and got in deeper). A couple of minutes went by and I gathered my thoughts together and said to Sam, "Today is the only time you will get to. )I got up and walked over to my clothes. I put on my jeans and top, not worrying about my panties and bra. Feeling slutty, I took my panties in my mouth and suck on them till I got some juice out.The watchman would be here any minute now so I went over to where I masturbated and kept my panties and bra neatly in the center of a huge wet spot on the floor, as a birthday treat for him. I had caught him on several occasions looking at me with lust in his eyes and so I thought I would tease him a. The sensation of hot semen spilling over my stocking clad feet was indescribably wonderful. my own penis, which Kate had been demurely tied back with a white satin ribbon, strained to achieve an erect state. I wanted desperately to free it, or better still, to have one of my assaulters free it for me. Instead, I managed an orgasm the usual way: a long slow leakage that never seemed to properly end, but kept building and ebbing, building and ebbing. I felt it building now, and at the same time. " How was it? I thought 'bout going, but churches 'n' me..." Sheshook her head. "...we just don't get along." It was a nice ceremony. They traded gifts, and the priest blessedthem. Shamus and Molly set up food for after. I stayed for a drink,then took a chance and came over here." Took a chance? Well, I like that." C'mon, Wilma, more than once when I've come over, you were..." Hervoice trailed off as she glanced towards the ceiling.Wilma frowned. "You ain't gonna start giving me a hard.