Pushing my face forward I stuck out my tongue and slowly licked the crease from its start down one side of the split. Circling her asshole, I heard h...r moan as she rolled her hips in an attempt to direct my probing tongue to the target she wanted my arrow to bury itself into, but I only slid beyond the mark, the I guided the warm moist tip to the other side before slowly running my it up and over the other glistening mound of flesh. As my head rose high enough to look over her back, I could. Suddenly he pulled his fingers out making me open my eyes and look up at him. "Shh," he said and started pulling my underwear down to my ankles. I nervously looked around making sure nobody could see him removing them. He threw them over to the bushes by the fence and laughed. I pushed him back playfully and he started kissing me again. He slowly inched my skirt up to my waist leaving my whole crotch exposed on the back lawn while there was a party in full swing only a few meters away. I was. After dinner we retired to the living room and settled into our favourite chairs. I knew there was something bothering the bride-to-be but twenty-eight years as a cop had taught me to wait for people to be ready to talk. There are exceptions, usually a life-or-death situation, and this wasn't it. So I waited. 'Dad, are you really okay with this wedding? I mean, it's not like Eddie's or Barbara's.' 'How so?' 'Well, for starters...' 'Kris, do you love Sam?' 'Yes!' 'Do you want to be Mrs. Flood?'. "It's freakin' freezing!" shrieked Debbie Freeman, the blonde woman next to her.Like Jennifer, Debbie was also naked. Though her body borne witness to the repeated gang-banging she'd just endured."Stop whining, bitches!" sneered Renard as the big black waited impatiently for another bucket to be filled, "I can see how hard your titties are getting. This is making you hot, ain't dat right?" Tis certainly making me hot!" yelled one of the men next to Renard.Surrounding the women's chief tormentor.