We had had a grope or 2 at school but nothing else, although I always fancied him, but married Phil. Our wedding day was going well and I had reached ...he point where I needed to go back to our hotel to change from my wedding dress to my evening/going away attire. Being the best man Terry had remained sober so was the obvious choice to drive me there. On the way I said to Terry, we have not thought this out...I will need help to get out of my dress! Terry said, oh OK....can I help. I said you. Her body responded harmoniously to his thumbs movements by letting her hips rock back and forth, making his black cock slide up and down her crack.“Mmmh, Frank,” Sandra moaned, looking at him with half-closed eyes, “what do you think? Should I do it? Oh, honey, I’m so tempted to let Abam fuck me bare.”“W… Would you really do that?” Frank answered, his cock still in his hand. “Would you fuck him without protection? Here in front of me?” He gulped.“Oh gosh, honey, I would,” Sandra said in a. ” “Like…?” “I mean,” Armisen raised his hands, exasperated, letting them thud back on the couch. “No one’s ever eaten my ass before.” Carson’s eyes almost popped out of his head. “Really?” “Yeah,” said Armisen, shrugging. “Not too many girls are willing to go for it. They think it's gross, or emasculating.” Carson almost laughed out loud. He’d had his butt eaten out plenty of times, by multiple people. It was so strange to be in this position, across this man who intimidated him so immensely,. She confessed to liking him, but didn’t want to do anything to upset the love and relationship she had with us. We were fine with it.Monday about noon a huge orange moving van pulled up in front of Brad and Megan’s home. Two movers made quick work of the partial load they had for the couple on the truck, whisking about a hundred cardboard boxes, mattresses, box springs, and other stuff from the van into the house.Inside the home Brad and Megan were aiming the boxes at one room or another as.