"Those things never made much sense to me anyway. I mean, if a guy wants to get married, why is he partying in memory of what he's giving up? I doesn'... make sense. Um, ah, would it be appropriate for Susan and I to join you in your cleansing ceremony? I mean, we're not Indian and I don't know if it's acceptable for non-Indians to be cleansed or whatever you call it."Susan nodded and said, "We are having a double wedding. It doesn't feel like it would be complete without, you know, preparing for. .I had had my doubts when I first met him he seemed aloof and distant but that was just a moment we became friends in short order and now it seems we are to become even more...He kissed his way down to my cock which was sticking out the back of me and he kissed that too I gasped with pleasure and he began to lick it head first then the whole shaft I got hard for him and then he stopped and climbed on top of me kissing his way up my back to my neck which he kissed and sucked till I was moaning. With that sound you take a quick sudden gasp, you know the sound of that zipper. It belongs to the bag that was in the closet. The bag that contains the tools for your punishment and if you're lucky your pleasure. You feel the contents of the bag being dumped next to you on the bed and you know what's coming next. Even with the dozen or so peopleright in the next room who have come over for cocktails. Then without warning you hear me turn walk to the door and leave. As you hear the door closed. It was a truly sick relationship. Wrong... twisted... sordid... We gradually broke each other until we found us forced to go separate ways. We had this kind of relationship for over three years, slowly squelching each other. It was a torture, but she loved me and I loved her, and we knew we did. Don't ask me why...” Both his listeners clapped their hands in approval. “And now?” big ol' Tom asked. “Well now... I haven't seen her in ten years. I have moved on, found a wife – a real one this time..