Twenty-one-year-old Cotton Wesley stood tall and proud at the altar waiting for his bride to come down the aisle. His A&M College Corps of Cadet unifo...m was pressed. Its Sam Browne belt and brass buttons gleamed. In the spring of 1944, he would graduate from A&M, receive his Army commission, and join the war in progress, but today he was going to marry Lucy Jane. His father, Charlie, stood as his best man. His brothers, Seth and Mark, and his three best friends stood as groomsmen. Cotton's only. I fondled myself a little bit over the undies, then pushed them down as well. It was hard to stroke the dick in my usual 'one hand fist' style, since I was not able to spread my legs wide apart without taking off pants. So instead I switched to the 'two palms rub' style. Took the dick head between two palms and started rubbing. I tried to reach my anus, but it was difficult to reach through the narrow gap between legs. For kink, I even fantasized about being spotted by a group of girls entering. After lunch she went for a stroll to clear her head. She walked passed the many shops, most catering for tourists. She noticed a small shop at the end of the strip which she had walked passed but never taken much notice off. She stopped and looked in the window. She noticed lots of what she described as strange. Talismans and various things which seemed to suggest voodoo and devil worship. Feeling intrigued she went in and looked around. This guy appeared. “Can I help you miss” he asked. She. Then again, maybe not.I went down to the restaurant and used the pay phone to call the front desk and then I disguised my voice and told them that I had just seen a drunk fall off the second floor walkway. I hung up and went across the street to the Oasis and had a few beers. About a half hour after I got there one of the cocktail waitresses asked:"You are staying at the Westward aren't you?" Yeah." Any idea what is going on over there?" Something going on?" Red lights flashing all over the.