Huh?" It sure was princess," he said. "Seeing your brother made it a lotbetter." It was good seeing him."He stood there looking at me, then said, "Bec...a. You're as tall as Iam."He's five-eleven and I'm five-eight in stocking feet. But the heels makeme six feet tall. I smiled and said, "It's the heels that I'm learningto walk in. They make me about six feet tall." You're not wearing those for the wedding. Are you?" Yes. That's what we're all wearing, but just for the wedding. Thenwe're. I had forced myself to watch the whole thing. I could have just left and let Jamie take care of it, but I felt it was important that I not run away from what was happening, what we were doing. And this time there was no one else to blame; I had blamed the bank on Jamie, or the thing that later became Jamie. I couldn't do that this time, and wouldn't have wanted to if I could. No, Jamie might have played a big part, the biggest part actually, but it was my decision to kill these two men, and I. I was bored stiff going round clothes shops with her and noticed one shop had a “men's creche” in it where husbands could wait and sit, read magazines, have a coffee while the wife was browsing. This got me thinking. What if they could also have a wank or a quick fuck while they were there, without the wife knowing? “I came up with a mall design that had the men's room/toilets at its centre, accessible from various points in the mall. The men's room has one difference though, it has a door,. I was extremely close to cumming, so I broke the tongue assault and said so. There was no condom so I tgought he might want to pull off. But he just started the tongue assault again, with even more lust, and his hand reached back to fondle my balls as my cocn fucked his hole. I couldn't hold any longer, and after only 5 minutes of fucking, I blasted my load of cum deep inside his guts. At least 7 blasts of cum shot from my cock and coated his insides. Pulling apart, I said to Chad I wanted him.