As I watched her sob, intermittently, I was desperate.I was desperate, in that I wanted to make her crying go away. I wanted her to know I made her cr...ing disappear. I wanted to be her hero.Looking at her crying was beginning to make me feel so small. I wanted last evening to be the most eventful day in her life, my life. As it turned out, she was sitting here now because of me. I mess up and I mess up good, I was thinking. All my planning and work had been for naught.Rita and Nina had spent. He curled the hair away from my face and did not ask just kissed my cheek for a few seconds and i turned to smile to him not sure what going to say but he leaned forward and kissed me full on the mouth hand around my waist without me realizing it just happened and feel his tongue slow in my mouth so i do it back to and feel his hand now rub my ass outside my pants and wondering holy shit how did i get to right here with him?After about 15 seconds this i pull back and ask him if can slow down. They often had to translate for Stephanie’s fiancé since he didn’t spend nearly as much time with her as they did.“Are you nervous?”Before Stephanie had a chance to gag a response, the opening notes of Here Comes The Bride told the human pig-roast that it was time to shuffle awkwardly down the aisle. The two pantsless men made their way to the altar, Stephanie’s dangling limbs between them, under the accusatory glares of both the bride and groom’s families. Stephanie’s parents, who had already. When she finished we pulled our masks down so we’d have an unobstructed view. But Mrs. Periwinkle dried herself off standing in the tub, then wrapped the towel around her and stepped out. With a smirk at us she picked up her clothes, said goodnight, and went in the bedroom. She crawled under the sheet quickly, robbing us of any further titillation. “We may as well hit the sack too,” Jake said. “It’ll be a long day tomorrow.” He got up and turned off the light. I took off my mask and clothes.