"Can I find out with you, Brian?" Scott said, that face piercingBrian's heart with its earnest need. "Can I just do it, right here and now?Maybe if I ...o, we can still do this wedding. Would you do that for me,buddy? Just this once?" Brian still didn't have his voice under control, but his cock wasvoting for him, it was swelling up under those fingers. He gurgled a littlewhile as he tried to say something. Part of his problem was he didn't knowexactly what to say. "That's what I thought. Clara then disappeared off the face of the earth and everyone seemed to forget she ever existed. Well everyone but me, for my mind sometimes drifted back to her, and my curiosity never really died. It was many months later and late on a Friday afternoon when I guided my ten year old Chrysler up the long driveway to my house. Work wise, it had been a hard week and I was looking forward to taking it easy for the weekend. Next to the house was a black Porsche Cayenne, it was a bit of a surprise. Laying me down on the bed, Jessie moved up next to my head, slapped my face several times hard, “Suck that fuckin’ cock whore” he demanded as he put his cock next to me. As I took his cock back in my mouth I suddenly felt my legs being pulled up and apart as Dan leaned in and began to suck on my cunt. He licked my cunt, bit gently at first on my cunt lips, and then bit hard as waves of pain shot through my cunt and into my lower body. I moaned out loud, Jessie’s cock stopping me from crying. 'We should have gone all the way, you told me, but I didn'tlisten!'Jeremy glanced at me and shrugged. 'Angela,' he said and Ithought at least he was using her name now, 'it was differentcircumstances... anyway, can we please have lunch?''Liz,' Angela said ignoring Jeremy, 'you look amazing.''Thanks, Angie, but can we leave it out? I'm a bit tired of italready.''Better get used to it,' she said, biting into a sandwich witha grin.We finished lunch in silence. I was alive, feeling tremendousand.