"Whether you thought it was right or not, you wanted me, and I let you have me," I said, closing the gap between us. "Then I saw your cock, and it sli...hered right into my slit, and I fell for you too." You love me like that?" he inquired standing up with me."Yes, I think I might be crazy about you now, David," I divulged, taking his hands in mine. "When you made sweet love to me, I became yours. Now just let me have you too, big brother. I promise I'll stand by you and make you feel good. Woh apne baat se maano mujhe uksa rahi thi. Maine seedhe apna ek ungli uski gand mein dhakelte hue ghusa diya. Jispar woh boli: Ahhh! Kameene!Uske muh se kameena bhi kitna pyara lag raha tha. Apni ungli kheech bahar nikala aur firse de mara andar.Shradha: Uh! Dheere!Main: Maza nahi saza de raha hoon.Shradha: Hahaha! Mat karo jalan ho rahi hai.Main: Achcha! Jalan?Main apna ungli bahar nikala aur fir dhanadhan uski gand mein marne laga. Pahle lagi butter ki chiknahat se ungli gand mein sata-sat. Because this is the digital age, I took lots of pictures and let the groom decide which ones to keep. He kept the better shots, especially of him dancing with the stripper. He had me delete the girl giving him a blow job. That was hardly unexpected. Something else was an eye-opener. On the day of the wedding, I normally shoot the bride and her bridesmaids getting ready for the big event. Molly was the bride, and she used the pastor's office in back of the church to dress. Apparently, I was not. I followed the route that I had with Anders, taking the #2 Tram from Linnéplatsen to Vasaplatsen, in front of Schillerska. I found the homeroom I’d been assigned to and grabbed a seat next to a short, stocky guy with brown hair and glasses. He introduced himself as Lars-Gunnar Peterson, but said to call him Helge. I watched as the students filtered in to the room and saw quite a few pretty girls. By the time the bell rang to start class, I had counted twenty-two girls and seven guys, including.