What if she told anyone? As far as the world knew, Jane was completely heterosexual, from a deeply religious family. And not only had she been ogling ... woman, it was one of her daughters friends who had only turned 18 three months ago.Jane immediately deleted the message, and tried to pretend it never happened. Then the next day she got another email from Amanda. This time the picture was of her again in boxers, but now she was showing off her breasts to the camera. Jane didn’t know what was. We reached our goal after about an hour of slogging. I was drenched in sweat, utterly exhausted, and chilled to the bone. Our hunting gear was about as waterproof as a screen door and did nothing to stop snow from sneaking in around the edges of our clothing.I set about hacking tree branches down."Building a fire in a hunting blind is not a good idea," Seraina said."True, but it's a better idea then freezing to death waiting for Bambi burgers to come into rifle range." My teeth chattered and I. The attendant gave me a paddle with a number 3 on it and she pointed to the men’s rooms. There were 5 rooms and all the curtains were open so I headed for the last one and was surprised to see a guy stood their trying a shirt on in his duds. I looked down and could see his cock clearly in his white jockey style pants and heard my self say “do you want a hand with that?” it looked so gorgeous and I was stood there fixated for what seemed ages when he looked at me and said “you can suck it if you. “Well, at a wedding, everyone knows that the bride is about to get a really good fuck from her groom, maybe the best and most loving fuck of her whole life.” “Everyone knows that? I’m not sure that I knew it.” “Surely you know a groom services his woman on her wedding night!” Justine laughed. “Yeah,” I agreed. “And everyone is turned on thinking about it. So we women go to weddings, go to where the bride is happily thinking about the unforgettable banging she’s about to get. We go hoping.