"Trying to pick my words carefully," Briana said, forcing a smile. "Can I ask your advice?" Of course," he said, and Hope saw an amused twinkle in his...eye. "What do you need to say and to whom?" I ... Ally. I need to ... I can't..." You want to tell her that you can't be a bridesmaid?" Nick asked.Briana nodded, swirling a drip of her drink about the plastic surface of the table with her straw. Hope realised Nick had known this was coming. She started to say something, but Nick shook his head. Scott continued to bring me to the point I wanted to cum then he would stop till I calmed down and then start all over again."Please Scott. I can't take much more," I begged him.He got up from between my legs and hovered over me. He kissed my lips hard and passionately. He pushed his cock inside me in one thrust filling me. I moaned as he began to thrust hard and deep. It felt like he was pushing his way into my stomach. He pulled my legs up and put them around his head and thrust into even. “Yo’ ol’ fren Zeke an’ his cobber. Brung some grub.”“Whatcha got?”“Burgers.”“Ain’t got nuttin’ but Adam’s ale, boys.”“We got a pair o’ slabs to trade.”“Lemme see whatcha got an’ tell me whatcha want.”“This is Jos, a real good bloke. Jos, go bring them slabs.”When Jos returned, a slab under each arm, George and Zeke were munching away. Zeke must have fetched two chairs, as they were sitting and there was a third waiting. No two matched. From the wrappings, it looked as though George was already. It felt as glorious as I imagined it would and the pleasurable emanations from my cock almost blurred my mind. I do know that my hands were roaming his smooth skin, feeling the firm muscles under. My hands held his hips as he spoke for the first time. ?Fuck me hard,? was all he said. I began to thrust hard and deep into him. Each apex of my thrust being met with a grind of his ass into my crotch and a slight grunt/moan. My climax was building hard and fast. I glued myself to his body, reaching.