"Ohhhh Bob, you do that so well. I know I'm acting like a slut, but weddings just do that to me every time." You told me," came an out of breath Bob. ...Why do you think I invited you?" You're terrible!" squealed Shawna's voice. There was a rhythmic slapping sound and her voice came again. "Ohhhh keep being terrible just like that."The young couple, moving on autopilot, came even with the door. It was only natural to look inside. What they saw was Bob, with his pants around his ankles, while. "That's the trouble with you working class layabouts, you never take responsibility for your actions; screwing around, producing 1000s of sub normal children, spending money you don't have, gambling and drinking, it's time that you underclass were all taught a lesson!"She was getting into a real rant and I suddenly realised then that Pippa wasn't acting.I had a sudden burst of clarity. She had a thing about the working class, which is why she had taken me on as her sex partner in spite of me. “What’s that?” she asked. “The old proverbial pickle inyour pocket, or are you glad to see me?”“Glad to see you, sorry,” I said. “I didn’t know it wasnoticeable.” What the hell else could I say?“Well, let’s check that out,” she said, reaching for mycrotch.Within seconds, she had my cock in her hand, tugging atmy pants with the other. I lifted my ass off the chairso she could pull my pants and shorts all the way. He then asked if I shavedanywhere else.....as I was about to reply, another couplecame outside for air. He moved towards the parking lot aroundthe side of the building and when he was out of sight of theothers, he motioned for me to follow him. My heels clickedon the pavement as I walked to follow him. We weaved thruthe parked cars and finally stopped near the end of the parkinglot, next to what turned out to be his car. He began with," you didnt have the chance to answer my question".I smiled.