He kissed my neck as I stroked his cock, until it was hard and glistening with pre-cum.He stopped kissing me and watched me play with his cock. I loo...ed into his eyes and spat a glob of saliva on his cock. I stroked my saliva and his pre-cum, over his hard cock.He caressed my breasts as I stroked his cock. My mouth was a gape and my eyes flickered, like I was on some party drug. It was then I pushed him off of me and into the opposite wall. I had my hand on his throat and another on his. This caused a huge pain in his belly which made him scream really loud which upset the creature so another thick tentacle entered his mouth to provide food and water to him, and to keep him shut forever. Speaking was no longer a necessity, just a nuisance. Another pair of tentacles explored his hairy-sweaty pits and released some sort of watery substance to make him stink more. The insides of the creature could never be clean otherwise it would die, another pair headed into his big-brown-hairy. Shame? Maybe. Sexiness? Oh, yeah! Pride? I just didn't know.We fluttered around the girls for a while, and they seemed extremely happy and very excited. This wedding had a reception first. The guests continued to arrive, and as the girls wandered around greeting everyone, they answered part of my question. Embarrassment? No way. Pride? Definitely!We mingled and we introduced ourselves to Becky's friends. They seemed very nice and non-judgmental, though I'm sure it was a carefully selected set. You know, as well as I do, that lasting relationships, like the one I had with your mother, are built on trust. If you can't trust Roger enough to let him into your innermost thoughts, and if he can't trust you to always be up front and honest with him, then your marriage is a sham. I know this is a subject that's hard to broach with a new husband, but it doesn't matter what the two of us want if we can't respect your life partner enough to let him in on the decision." You also know," I.