She was getting her hair and nails done, no doubt relaxing in a comfortable chair while her mother worried about everything being perfect.She wandered...down to the hall where the reception would be held. The tables were gorgeous. She saw Hank and two of his friends playing cards at one of the tables close to the kitchen. She started to warn them not to mess the table up, but held her tongue.An hour later Julia arrived, her dress safely secured in the dry cleaner’s plastic bag. Bob was carrying a. A bottle of Kirschwasser was in her hand, half empty. She poured the cherry brandy generously over her bird adorned breasts and smiled suggestively. Martin lay my mistress next to Ingrid and sat beside Angelika. He leaned before the Triberg slut, inhaling the brandy and her perfume. His dick, however, remained limp. "Mmmmm... oh, Scheiß! I see your new friend drained you. What is me to do now? Oh, well... good thing my Kirsch never fails me" she said. Angelika emptied the bottle in three huge. My thoughts were currently on my internet friend/lover Sarah.I'd met Sarah some months previously in an online chatroom. We'd hit it off very well and become cyber lovers. I know, many of you think that's stupid, icky, gross. I have found it to be stimulating. It titillates my biggest sex organ, the soft round one which is located between my earsWe'd explored many scenarios and she'd learned what floated my boat. I also had learned hers, knew it was a fantasy about having sex in public,. Some were of both of them. They had always talked of having more kids, but never were able to. Maybe, she thought, I wouldn’t be so lonely, if we were able to have kids. She passed a picture of her husband Jeff wearing desert fatigues and his green beret. She always recognized his eyes, a little rambunctious, a little mischievous, but always warm and full of emotion. It was his passion that had first attracted her to him. ‘Kandahar, Afghanistan, A-504,’ the back of the picture read, Sara.