“And what happens at CosCon stays at CosCon,” Christy joked around a bit as she took on Todd and Ronnie in a very steamy DP.If Ronnie minded Jack�...�s buttered bun, he didn’t show it, shoving his dick balls deep into his wife’s gooey gash from below as Todd pronged her tight tush. Then again, Jack didn’t object to Brigham’s sloppy seconds inside Sammie, either. For one thing, it was very likely that, for better or worse, Sammie was already knocked up. I had the best odds of doing the job, being. I don’t know which she is, just that something needs to change if I’m ever going to see the real Sam.” Wayne shrugged. “So, three girls, one of you. How’re you going to handle that?”“Viagra and Red Bull for the first few days, cyanide capsule by the weekend,” Peter said. Wayne and I both stared at him. “Too much? Okay, I guess that was too much. Sorry, Gene, you’ve got me a tiny bit stressed here. Gallows humor, y’know? Gallows over a boiling tank of poisonous sharks.” Peter’s tone told me I. .We shared some small talk and I cracked a little joke that made her spill some of her ice cream down her top...I gave her a paper towel to clean it up..I handed it to her and she pulled down her top just a little bit to wipe up the ice cream I volunteered to help so I took the paper towel from her and instead of using it to clean up the ice cream I used my tongue and licked from the center of her breast all the way up to her neck...She laughed and flinched in a state of shock..."OMG...Unreal". ” I smile broadly, she always calls me a daft cow, I never take it seriously. “I think if you can see straight, you’ll realise it is now Sunday afternoon.” She sticks her tongue out at me then smiles. She looks stunning even after a heavy night. We sit and pick out the best bits of out night out, including the moment when she poured a drink all over a very leery young lad on a stag night. After half an hour s idle chat she gets to her feet, gingerly. “Jen, can I grab a shower please? I’ve got.