.. you don't have to wear it orany collar at for the party." That made me feel alittle better about giving in.Terri then sat on the arm of the couch, ...rossed herlegs and said in her most sweetest voice,"Strip and kneel, Lover."It seemed fruitless to argue at this point, so Islowly removed the robe I was wearing and knelt beforeTerri. I had to say there was something a littleexciting about being given orders... to be looked uponas something owned or a sex object. Looking up I don'tthink I've. ” As she said this she laughed. I was in shock because I didn’t remember texting her at all that night. I snuck back into our bedroom to grab my phone. When I unlocked it I realized what I had done. Before I could fully read the text I sent her, I received a text from Nathan. The picture was from Nathan’s perspective as Megan extended her tongue toward Nathan’s amazing cock with her beautiful and obviously intoxicated eyes staring at the camera as if she were about to start sucking his cock.Her. What else could I do? I got into position between her legs and gazed at her wonderfully perfect labia, clit hood and waxed mound. It was one of the most inviting I had ever seen – how come I’d not noticed all this at Steve and Brenda’s party?I pressed the tip of my tongue between her glistening lips and ran it from bottom to top, from her anus to her hood, then back again finding every tiny fold of skin, looking for the one spot which got the most reaction. After a couple of turns, I found it –. Inside, I was wishing Uncle Harv was at least a little experienced. The whole idea of the mechanics of getting his tab A into my slot B seemed intimidating. I worried that if we didn’t get the angle right we could break him or hurt me.Uncle Harv was pretty shy, and very much afraid of hurting me. I had to help him be brave enough to love me the way I needed. I wiggled out of the soft, pale pink cotton bra and panties I was wearing. I hadn’t worn a white dress for my wedding. Since it was mostly.