Her dress remained the same exact type, just different colors.Day by day Kelly started to think of herself as a slut. Because only a slut would consta...tly have sex on her mind. Constantly her decisions started to be based on questions like, Is this what a slut would do? or is the what a slut should look like?As the week went on Kelly could not get sex off of her mind. At the same time she started to become less able to make herself orgasm. By Thursday night she could not orgasm at all.On Friday. She felt it in his thrusts. She closed her eyes and totally surrendered to him as he took her. “Oh, my love, you feel so wonderful,” he purred as he lay his head next to hers and steadily thrust into her, claiming her for his own. “I love you, Sami. I love you very much.”Candy could not believe how differently John was fucking Sami. This is it, he is claiming his woman right in front of me, so cool, she thought to herself.“Baby, I love you too,” Sami replied without opening her eyes. She. We then had a look at the dresses, each trying on our own bridesmaiddress. They weren't quite finished yet but they were about there. Justsome minor alterations to do on each. Kayleigh was just messing aboutwith our hair, trying out some ideas for the wedding when the buzzerwent on my intercom."Miss Jameson? It's Detective Simmons. We'd like to talk to you aboutlast night" No problem come on up," I replied.When I let him and the uniformed officer through the door they lookedbemused. "Are we. If that were me I would have sucked off the entire swim team in that locker room with my top off. Just one of the many fantasies I have pleasured myself to on my alone time. In each fantasy I have, it is as if I am trapped in Amanda’s hot body while I am getting railed or giving some guy head. The only fantasy I have where I don’t picture myself in her shoes is the one where she is force feeding me her boyfriend's cock. After that she slaps me around saying things like, "You are a dirty whore.