You know that I was hitting places that your hubby-to-be never got close to."JB didn't really care about her complaints at the time. He called her she...a whore because she was so easy. Even as the cum was dripping out of her onto the back of her wedding gown, he wasn't done. He stood up, grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face down toward his cock. He told her to clean him up so that he didn't smell up in his new tux. At first she resisted, but as he pulled her hair back it forced her. When I had said that before men had always happily obliged, I was horny as hell and needed fucked, what did he want?“Fuck me, please.” I begged. My body was sore from yesterday, yet aching for more of the same. How was I going to get this man to fuck me?“I said that was too broad of a statement. I need to know where you want fucked: throat, pussy, or ass? How do you want fucked: slow, gentle, fast, or rough? Now, are you going to tell me what you want or are you going to rub your clit right. He smells of whiskey and the sweet musk of cigarettes, she too smells of whiskey but underneath I can smell the lemon of her shampoo. As I walk, my towel becomes loose and I reach to catch it. A surge of bravery comes over me and I take my hand away and let it drop to the floor. I regret this immediately and feel very self-conscious. I can feel them looking at me, drinking me in.I sit on the bed and he starts to kiss my neck and back. I am now the one with goose bumps! She leans into me and. Happy, excited, elated, curious, his emotions had run the gamut back and forth. He had brought a book but any attempt to read had been in vain he could not stop his mind from wandering to that flight in February, when he had first met Elizabeth, and what had happened since...Ironically, it seemed the enormous fat man that he had so narrowly missed sitting beside on 'the' flight, was back. This time Nick's luck had run out, he was crushed between the side of the small plane and a vast and smelly.