What story to tell? I wondered to myself. “What’s up?” I asked aloud.“You know Anita Everett?”“I don’t know. Has she ever been over here...” I asked, fearing the worst again.Stacy frowned. Adorable.“Don’t think so,” she shrugged. Did her little boobies just jiggle? “She was more of a runner than a dancer. But she is a cheerleader, so she might have at one time.”Is a cheerleader?“What did you say happened to her?” I squeezed harder on my erection. Swear to god, this was getting me off.“It’s. There was something about the whole occasion that was such a turn on and walking back through reception afterward after smoothing down my dress knowing what we had done? It's turning me on just thinking about it! No-one saw the twinkle in my eye bar my mother who just gave me a wry smile. Then there was our wedding. Despite my pure and innocence white wedding dress, I was most certainly not pure and innocent! It was the same for our wedding night. I still remember the way he saw me in my pure. .. yes. There it is. That tiny pink tongue escapes to lick her lips again. This time it's greeted with your own. Just a soft meeting, fleeting. She smiles slightly. Kissing your way down her throat you stop at that closure. With a slight pause you tug it with your teeth, turning it so it pops open under the pressure. Falling to the sides it leaves her bare to your eyes.Large white breasts topped with erect pink nipples beg for you attention. The firelight dances with shadows over her. Eyes. Oh! That was nice. Fuck me. Fuck meeeee."Over the next hour or so the three women were teased, tormented and ravished. Sue took three more cocks in her ass and Alison and Elsa were both taken several times in both holes. A couple of times were with strap-ons and they felt soft female skin rubbing against their hot buttocks and legs.Finally they were released. As they loosened sore muscles, Kate suddenly said, "I still haven't had a chance to get back at Kelly and Barb. You two feel like being.