The conversations quickly moved to the usual when you meet someone new: just who are you really, what do you do, what do you enjoy, what do you aspire...to, and so on. Ashley had started college near home a year earlier, worked part time at a retail store checkout, but aspired to be a country singer. She’d done a demo disk and was shopping around the CD to several music companies, mostly around Nashville. She also hoped to try out for a new TV show starting the following year called ‘Voice of. "What the fuck?" She craned her neck around and looked up at him out of the corner of her eye as she continued lying over the table.Cade dangled the strap in front of her face. "If you don't like it here you can leave right now, there's the door, or better yet I'll drive you to the bus station and you can go back and live with Seth and Annie, or any number of old boyfriends. But I'm not putting up with your shit if you stay here. I told you not to single Ashley out like that."Callie began to. ..Don't stop!... Ohhfuck!"Her cunt wept as she stiffened in the rictus of another orgasm, her honey flowing onto my tongue, my beard and my chin. "Oh god! Fuck me!" she cried, trying to lift herself off my face. "Please! I need you inside me. Now!"I let go of her hips, telling her to face me, but watch as my cock invaded her lust swollen cunt. She straddled my stiffness. "I want you so bad, but I'm scared!" Scared of what, Janie. " It's so big! It might not fit!" Lower yourself slowly. Let it. You’re getting married and here you are smoking a joint with me in the bathroom.”“Right,” she chuckled then shook her head. “I’m getting married in September ready or not.”“You don’t sound too excited,” I said.“He’s a great guy,” she said, shrugging her shoulders, “and my parents are planning a big wedding. You know, white gown, the whole shebang.” She took a big hit of the joint and passed it to me.“But,” I said, pausing knowing she was hesitant.“I’m terrified and feel like I’m being pulled.