I was thirteen. It was my first time as a bridesmaid instead of the flower girl. “The States?” he asked. “In Nags Head.” “Is your family s...ill there?” “More or less,” I shrugged uncomfortably, “The east coast, anyways. Most of them.” “What brought you to Montreal?” “School,” I answered maybe a bit too quickly. “Just school. I was studying art history at McGill.” “Was?” “Was,” geez, he asks a lot of questions. “I left my grad program.” “Why?” “So I could sit in cafes, and draw pictures. "Saved by the bell" Jessy teased as she grabbed her gown and skipped out of the room like a teenager. She had barely got it over her shoulders when she reached the door and I looked on, curiously, down the hallway, to see who was there.The door opened to reveal a tall woman with a great pair of tits grabbing my attention right from the off. Jess was standing half naked in front of the door and the woman calling was looking right at her breasts, whilst I was looking right at the visitor'. I reflected about how much easier buying clothes had been as a guy. Jack said she missed the shopping and was glad to get the chance to help me out.We decided to pool our money together and get Dad a really nice pair of earrings.Then we picked up some toys for the kids in his new family.We wandered around for a while after that, just looking around the mall and the people around us. We saw several children dragging their parents around, or at least it looked like that. These days, after the. The sight of her damp throbbing lips and her tight little hole were incredible, I could smell her juice and it was driving me wild. I gently kissed her arse hole and felt her shiver, and then I ran the tip of my tongue along the small strip of flesh between her twitching lips and her tight bum hole. I felt her clench as I started running my tongue around and around her glory hole. With my left hand I slowly cupped her pussy gently rubbing up and down, I felt her clitoris like a hard bean under.