I had absolutely no idea what the hell I was saying. I never dressed like a slut. I didn't even own any slutty clothes."Maybe we can help you. We have...your slut clothes." Began Jamie."You do?" I questioned. I really needed to have them."Ask for them?" asked Laura"Can I have my slut clothes?" I asked."Maybe." Answered Jamie."Please, I really need them. I don't feel comfortable dressed like this." I answered.Laura led us over to a bench along the side of the path and set her pack down. She pulled. Gripping his flaccid member, Phil began to stroke himself vigorously. She was lying on her stomach, her tight ass jutting up like a majestic mountain peak. His mind imagined her pussy squeezing around his cock like a vise as he entered her. Kat’s smoky voice moaning as he fucked her deeply and tenderly. Her muscles holding his hard cock and matching every thrust with her hips. Kat rolled onto her back to tan evenly and Phil gasped at the sight of her bouncing breasts and trimmed pussy. Her. ..The actual marriage began around midnight, per tradition of the bride's family. They thought it gave good fortune if the bond between two people was strengthened during the darkest hour, when the Gods could pay their full attention to what was happening down on earth, right there in the large town of Yogsta. No matter the case, the festivities had already begun long before the sun started going down. And before long, the sun had been replaced by the heavenly moon, as if granting the wedding. After only about 30 seconds I new that this was a bad idea, because I was now supper horny and had no place for release. I thought about how I could relieve my tension without being noticed, and decided that I could probably use my new dildo if I was very careful and didn’t attract attention by making noise – I didn’t want to get kicked out of the store. I was wearing shorts, so I casually undid the front buttons and eased them open, no panties made reaching my hairy pussy a bit easier, but.