The chick had a serious case of oral fixation and I was the lucky guy that got to help her with her 'problem'.I felt her lips caressing the head of my...dick as held her head by the two pigtails she had put her long, blonde and highlighted hair into for tonight. I waited a bit, then pushed my hips forward and sank my cock back down into her throat. She was one of those girls that took intense pride in being able to deep throat a cock to the balls and she was totally uninhibited when it came to. I'm a grower, not a shower, and I shook my little thing and got out to wash my hands. I could see the man peeing in the mirror, you couldn't miss him. 6'4" probably 270, built like a linebacker. I was washing my hands, when I heard him laughing, and I looked at his face in the mirror. He was laughing at me!You like that, huh?what?You like that nigga dick, don'tcha?I told him I didn't know what he was talking about. But he knew.I saw you looking through that hole- you weren't pissin and your. "When he returned, Henry handed them each a glass of wine. He then said. "Well Helen, Tasha, I suggest you both call me Henry. After all, the reason you're here isn't an occasion for formalities. Is it?" No, Henry! It isn't." Helen said with a smile."Helen, I know what Tasha said last night about what she wanted from me. Please Helen, if you would, please tell me exactly why are you here?"As Helen began to speak, Henry took the opportunity to check her out. She looked pretty good for a. That was only proper she said. The next time I would see her was at the altar.It was strange to see everyone dressed up, particularly Paul in his rented tux. Sonja's wedding dress was handed down from her grandmother and she looked like a goddess as she came down the aisle. I felt like a god myself when she said "Ah do," her face glowing with adoration. At that movement I thought of auntie, how right she'd been. When I was told to kiss the bride, time stood still. I was informed later that some.