Jen was proving me right, she shut down every one of Dwayne's moves, except that she had agreed to stay and wait a while for me. But I wasn't concerne... about that; she had after all just laid down a brutal opinion of Dwayne that came from the heart.I watched the living room via the camera we placed next to the TV. It was working so far; Jen was watching some movie and didn't appear to notice the camera in the least. She sat there alone on the couch for nearly an hour. I thought that she would. When she moves more quickly I flick my tongue against her most sensitive spots until she at the edge before drawing her back down. I don’t want this to end but I can sense her frustration – in the way she turns her head repeatedly to the sounds she makes. All I can hear is her voice as I allow her to get off. My eyes are closed but I can tell she is thrashing around a lot and I hold her tighter so we don’t inadvertently lose contact. When she’s done she becomes still and I give her some time to. I reached underneath my bed and pulled out my other best friend, the dildo which I bought online.I lubed up my fingers and began to finger myself very gently, trying to expand my anus before the entry of my dildo. In between alternating insertions of my fingers, my hand slid up and down my cock which was soaked with my pre-cum at this point. When my anus finally felt relaxed I went ahead and pushed the dildo inside. I let out a loud moan of relief and began to thrust it in and out of my ass. “A policeman, a cowboy, and a sailor.”“The maid of honor friends with the Village People?”“All these women start screaming, doing shots. I just hope the bride-to-be is not pissed at me.”“Why would she be? You said she was hammered too. You said a bunch of them were.”“Yeah,” said Alison. “But Kathryn… She was a bit of an instigator. Pushing shots. Dancing and grinding up against the strippers. I think she might have encouraged the shedding of inhibitions a little bit.”“Those college girls,” said.