Roses have thorns but the smell and beauty of the flower are worth it. You are worth it. These issues are very small thorns.”I smiled and felt bette... from hearing what she said. “Sandy, I love you. Give me twenty or thirty years and I will better know why. There are deep pools of love in you that will take a long time to explore and know. I want to take that time with you.”I pulled her tightly to me and kissed her. I added, “Is there anything we need to do while we are waiting?”“No, Jack. There. As I took a drink from my own wine glass, my father said, "Let us nowhear the beauty of her voice and her talents on the harpsichord!" I musthave gotten a look of terror on my face, as my father said, "What iswrong dear, it is only right that you sing us a song!"I stepped near my father to whisper into his ear, "Father, I am notfeeling up to it right now, and I don't think our guests want to be boredwith my horrid piano playing and voice!"He pulled back with a hug grin on his face and looked me. His hands gripped my waist hard as he pulled me down against himself, his head thrown back as his cock spurted hot cum deep in my wet cunt. Chris started fucking my asshole harder and faster. 'Oh fuck, you love it don't you!' he said breathlessly, 'Oh my god, yes, now fill my ass!' I groaned in response. I started to grind my hips, my pussy dripping as James's still hard cock slid in and out of my pussy through his massive load of cum. Chris gasped and I felt his hard, thick cock slam deep. The third time she glanced toward that end of the bar, Jessica was sure she had caught his dark brown eyes, and then he raised his glass towards her. She felt warm, giddy, and mischievous. The next time she looked his way, she greeted him with an audacious smile. She protruded the tip of her tongue between her open lips and slowly ran it around the oval formed by them. She and Jim were talking periodically, but he was still leaning with his back to the bar watching the dancers, and could not.