" I didn't mention Jim Beam as I knew he would have been disdainful of my preference. Single malt Scotch drinkers think theirs is the only real whisky... and disparage all other versions of the Water of Life.He snorted in derision. "What are you, some sort of Methodist? No daughter of mine is going to marry a teetotaller." His smile took any insult away. "There are lagers and beers in the 'fridge in the corner. Help yourself to something; we have to toast the happy couple."I walked over to the. Her pussy being tight, that young soft skin was so attractive to me and made me want hit it hard. I grunted furiously as I pounded and pounded on her and I wanted to give her every fucking bit of cum I could. From hitting her so hard I was making a slapping sound from our bodies and I begin to know I was gonna cum soon, wanting to pump it into my little girl or she was close enough to be. I began to let loose what I had, shooting my cum hard inside her body draining it from my balls which were. Suddenly the back of the chair began tilting backwards, and with his wrists securely fastened to it, Jeff had to follow. Moments later he found himself lying flat on his back, the back of the chair completely horizontal, level with the seat. Erica swung one boot-clad leg over Jeff’s prone form as if she was mounting a horse. She stood astride him, her pussy directly above his cock, and smiled sweetly down at him. “Mary,” she said, “would you put your husband’s cock inside me?” “Yes, Mistress,”. No different from last Saturday night. And theprevious two before that. Except now she was being pathetic in public. The clothes she had chosen, that had feltso good when contemplating a night of raucous fun with the girls, now made her feel stupid. It was thesmall discomforts of the shoes and bra that she felt not their sexiness. Dressed up with somewhereto go that turned out not to be worth it.Then the music just stopped. It was like the room had emptied. The angry raised voices behind thebar.