Meri chut is waqt bikul chikni thi jisse thoda sa dabav padte hi lund sarkta hua under chla gaya . Meri chikh nikate nikate bachi or m dard se tadpane...lagi . Or bhaiya ko uper se htane ki kosis karne lagi .Per shayad unko mere reaction ka pehle hi andaza ho gaya tha is liye unhone ne mujhe kas kar pakad liya or lund ko ander bahar karne lage . Mujhe kafi dard ho rha tha meri ankho se ansu nikalne lage . Per bhaiya hate nhi . Or apne lund ko meri chut me ander bahar karte rahe .Kuch der baad. The caterers made several trips to their truck to bring in all of the food and the dishes. They filled the pans with shrimp, meatballs and chicken wings. Plates of cheese and cold cuts, sitting on beds of ice, were also placed on the table along with two bowls of crackers. Heart shaped cut glass plates were stacked beside the food and sterling silver forks. Napkins with a red heart framing the silhouette of a kissing couple and the names Amy and Jack were the final touch. The two men were just. He asked where I was going and said he might see me later. I never gave it another thought as I headed off.After plenty more drinking I was dancing and flirting more. On a slow dance I even let a guy caress my arse as well as a little snog at the end. It was starting to get late and I was quiet the worse for wear. I then noticed Tim at the bar and wondered how long he had been there? Had he seen me in full action? He came straight over and insisted in walking me home. I didnt object and got my. My dad laughed.What was it with all the rude people tonight?The day of the dance finally arrived. They were having it on a Saturday night, which meant my mother had all day to fret and fuss and issue last minute instructions on gentlemanliness and etiquette. In the years since all this happened, I’ve heard more than one bride-to-be bemoan the fact that her mother was intimately involved in planning the wedding, and that, as a result, the bride was thinking seriously about eloping.I get that.But.