'Don't bother trying to be nice. It's me, remember? You want to know about Stella, right?''Um, yeah.''Okay, remember you when it just happened?''Yes.'...Times that by two, that's her now.' Keira said simply. 'I feel bad for her, but she brought it on herself. That and I don't know if I can ever forgive her for making you like that.She said she started looking through a photo album and remembered all the times you shared in the guesthouse at her place and at that beach house and all the other days. And during the time it takes to recuperate from the emotional strain, you look back at that relationship and curse yourself for wasting all of that effort on something so insipid as a high school romance. The trial leaves you with more emotional strain than happy memories, and your youth is wasted while your heart and mind heal, only for you to repeat the process with someone else. Even without knowing the statistics, you must surely know what I am talking about, and have experienced it first. Whaddya think?” She said.He didn’t even bother to answer her as he began a rather hurried disrobing of his tuxedo.They lay panting and sweating after two rounds of intense screwing.“Good for you?” he said. “Worthy of our wedding night?”She looked over at him. She knew what he meant and it was way more than the words themselves denotatively conveyed. Oh yeah, way more.“Yes,” she said. “It was way better than my first one. Way better. David was, and is, good at some things but sex is not among. Rob said he was nervous but took his clothes off right away. He was ok looking, a little heavy, hairy, decent cut cock. Helen told him to relax and just think of it as the usual massage. He lied on the bed face down. Helen stood and massaged his back while I got on the bed and did the other side. We went on to his legs and worked our way up to his rear end, inner thighs and taint. I cupped his balls and Helen sat on the bottom of the bed and continued on his legs and butt. He started to moan.