He lewdly pictured it dribbling down over her chin to the hollow of her throat and forming warm sticky pools between those lush soft breasts. But no, ...e had better not.He couldn't resist one thing before he climbed on her. He knew the risk was great of losing his load, but he had to see those proud little ruby lips around it just for a moment. He had thought so much about it while they were on the stakeout. He kneeled down on the edge of the bed by her head and turned her gently toward his. But I noticed that Randall had put his hand on my seat belt, there was no way I was getting out of the car until Randall decided to let me.After what seemed like an age, the door opened again, Carol came out and signalled us to come in. As we walked to the door Randall told me to keep my cool. Eric took us into the lounge; June was not in the room. She had told the girls that she wouldn't be in the same room as the bastard that had broken her sister's heart.Mary told me that Elaine was not. They were quite sexy for bridesmaids' dresses, but fairly modest compared to the brides' dresses. Predictably, Jill, as Becky's maid of honor, had a green dress, Cindy's was blue, and Chrissy's was her traditional red.The girls went to try the dresses on. When they came out, I whistled in appreciation; they looked hot. I circled my finger, indicating they should twirl. They all did, and I noticed something immediately. "Chrissy, you are dressed appropriately, but Cindy and Jill, panties are. I have no superior male ego when it comes to having drinks bought for me. Make it a cold beer. Domestic.’ Pushing in front of him, the woman held up her hand and within moments she was being served. Passing the bottle back to Misha and picking up her own bottle she turned around and moving back out of the crowd asked him, ‘My name is Tracy, what’s yours?’ ‘Misha. Thanks for the drink. Do you do this a lot, pick up men by buying them drinks.’ ‘What! Get them drunk you mean, and then have my way.