We this time he said was special and to be prepared. I was excited! I got ready to go, it was only about a five minute drive, as i left a took a few h...ts of whiskey as i usually do just to loosen up. This time I took the pint with me, when I arrived I finished it off in the parking lot.I knocked on the back door as usual and he answered, lead me to a room and we stripped each other down. We laid on the ground on our sides in a 69 position and sucked each others cocks, this was our routine. He. “It’s time to leave!” “What’s the point of going to this wedding?” called her son, watching TV on the sofa in bermuda shorts. “I am on my college vacations…let me enjoy them!” “This is Sharma uncle’s daughter’s marriage,” his mother shouted back. “We all have to go.” “I hope there’s something to pass the time there!” he thought, tired of arguing with her. And so he found himself at the wedding house, a large bungalow filled mostly with women in traditional nuptial garb and servants scurrying. I guess I was one of the minority jurors that were not in on the deal and I had the distinct impression that the defendant Winston Sullivan would be residing on death row for a long time because the death penalty was in limbo in this state since the turn of the century.I have to admit, I felt a sense of pity for Sam because she had been a delight in bed and she didn’t put up any fuss when I didn’t come back to her for some more goodies due to the sudden introduction of Ms. Honeysuckle into my. Her eyes where closed and she was making tiny grunt sounds. I reached over and touched her face very softly.Her beautiful eyes popped open. I smiled and blew her a kiss. She smiled…I started to grab her tit but she stopped my hand. Jeremy was playing with her nipples. I had to piss bad so I grunted and mumbled I needed to wake up.Then he stopped moving. I got up and stumbled to the bathroom. After I finished I tip toed back to the bed and eased in. I played like I was back out again by a fake.