"Now that is an attitude I fully agree with. Many thanks to you all, in advance. I will make a point of thanking you all in my speech at the start of ...he dinner."At home, Muriel had arranged for a local hairdresser who worked from home, to come and turn the two girls' hair into impressive creations. She spent several hours on this task. Muriel had promised her that her work would be given prominence in any publicity.John timed his arrival at the event with the serving staff. He knew they were. I licked and sucked and rubbed his helmeton the insides of my cheeks for several minutes thenremembered that I was there to try my ability to deepthroat. But I realized that his size might make itimpossible or at best more difficult for me. The dildowith which I’d practiced wasn’t nearly as large.But I decided to give it a try, so soon I plunged mymouth down, down until I felt his cock touch the backof my throat. I pushed myself down further, swallowingfuriously and felt him slide. As some of the guests left to find dinner; I suggested that I make some for us. He bit on that, became more attentive, I poured some wine for me, he had another beer. We ate talked and got to know each other a little over dinner. My body language was anything but subtle, I was pretty much screaming ‘fuck me!’ as loud as possible. Near the end of it, in a low tone, he said, “Look…I’m a thick thirteen…some can handle it, some can’t. If you want it but have problems I’ll understand…I will only. Her mind continued to churn as they struggled up the stairs, heading for light. They met chaos. Jumbled furniture, broken, torn asunder, lay strewn throughout the rooms they walked through. No door still hung on its hinges. No window held its glass. Nothing was left unharmed except for three survivors, each one slightly bruised, none hurt at all seriously. Angela gave thanks to her God. She suspected the others did, too, as they stood and surveyed the wreckage."God, what do we do first?" Josh.