I grip the sheets to prepare for the intrusion of her big fat cock.Slowly she pushes herself inside me. I grit my teeth and bit into the pillow as her...dick spreads me wide open.She runs her hand down my back, soothing my nerves. “Relax, babe.”I try my best to do as she says, but as she pushes the head of cock inside me, I can’t help but wince.When it finally pops in me, I let out a gasp.“That’s it,” she says.She slowly wiggles her hips, sliding a few more inches inside me.God, it feels like I'm. .. and it slid down my throat like oysters on the half shell. I hadn't noticed it before but Tommy had been recording the whole thing on video. It was something for Bobby to cherish in the years ahead but maybe not so much for his bride. The guy they called QB handed me a towel so that I could clean off gobs of gooey semen dribbling down my face. One shot had hit me in the eye and that really stung. Thanking QB, I ran to the bedroom bathroom to properly cleanup and fix my hair that looked. They have a live band and dancing three nights a week. Nice place I thought, I should bring Samantha here. I was just finishing my meal, when Bob nudged me and pointed to the dance floor.Samantha had obviously already discovered Dooley's. There was Samantha, Julie and some guy dancing. Now, I normally don't get too worked up about Samantha dancing with another man. It wasn't dancing with another man that pissed me off. She was supposed to be having dinner with Julie not out dancing. That was. “N-no Ma’am—” Mel gave him a little glare. “Mel! I mean, no Mel, I haven’t.”She reached up with her other hand, and turned his hand so it was now placed on her d-cup breast.I watched him smile as he squeezed gently, then he suddenly stopped, turned, and looked at me.“She umm… took my hand…”“It’s okay buddy, go ahead. I’m going to sit down over here,” I said while pointing at a chair, “pretend I’m not here. Just go with it and try and keep up.I’m wasn’t entirely sure what made me do this..