“And a gay cake.”“Rings, huh?” Aron bit his lips, to stop himself from laughing. “I had no idea you would be a stickler for tradition.”“...’m down with everything if it’s about you,” Carter replied, glaring a little. “Hey, did you say you love me? Because I don’t think...”Aron pressed their bodies together once more.“I must have been too busy kicking myself over not saying it that I forgot. I love you. Is this fine?”“Hmm, not very romantic,” Carter feigned complaint.“Well, we have all the time in. Now I'm gasping instead of panting.She stops for a moment and allows me to catch my breath. She reaches around to feel my cock. It's gone flaccid. "Yes," she hisses. "That's right." She begins spanking me again, more rhythmically this time; one cheek and then the other. I feel the heat rising on my asscheeks and I picture them getting redder, picture the imprint of her hands on me.He steps back to me and begins touching my nipples, running his fingers around the aureole. He knows how sensitive. Elke had assured me that we would always be on the same team until the very last round but we didn't know which of the other girls would make up our quartet until just before we went on stage. As I had hoped, it was the waif and her blonde friend who had performed in the floor show the previous night. Like Elke, they were both regulars at the club. As we strutted onto the stage, Elke brought out our secret weapons bringing squeals of delight from our team mates. Two double dildos were the. Not being one who could pass up a challenge I accepted without hesitation, she smiled and told me that I would be sorry. We gave our orders to our waiter and sat talking about what we wanted to do the whole week. She reached across the table and took my hands in hers and smiled. “I have an idea.” She said, “Lets go back to that clearing on Saturday and have a picnic under our tree.” “Our tree?” I laughed, “We own it now?” “Well we shared our first kiss under that tree as well as our first.