The last course had been served, the dessert of Camembert cheese and ripe fruit. The last of the knives and forks which had lined each side of the pla...e settings had been used to cut and eat, the china plates with the pits and seeds had been removed, and there was the long pause as the three of them sat back, touched their mouths with the linen napkins and slothfully contemplated the large amounts they'd just consumed."Shall we have coffee now?" Lena asked."Ah, yes," Mark replied, smiling.. I sat in my car, my eyes closed thinking about our times together. She always had a perfect figure, slim long legs that would open for me whenever I wanted. Oh my, but she was a great fuck, and there she was dressed in white. I wonder what's she told her hubby about her past, nothing if she got any sense. I had stopped on impulse, but now I had seen her again, things had changed. I drove home, had a shower and put on my best suit, ready to go to the reception. I still had an hour to kill, so. After only twenty-one years I had real friends.I guess I had to count Sunny in that category too.I spoke regularly with my mother about wedding plans. Then I would call Sunny to settle me down because it was more my parents' wedding than mine.The funny thing was, had I not met Jeff and been changed by him I would have been a harridan. No detail of the wedding would have been too insignificant for me not to have my way.Occasionally I would ask Jeff's opinion. He would always tell me to do. She rested the top of her chest on the rim of the tub panting, and thought, I can’t do this. I can’t…Except there was one thing no one else knew: she was just as hot and horny now as she had been when she walked to the door of the biker bar hours ago, wearing nothing but a yellow sundress.So, despite the gooey mess dripping from her hair, face, tits, and everywhere else. And despite the pain in her knees from kneeling on the porch. Despite the humiliation of using her nose and lips to search.