Not good. Well at least he may get a fumble of the 16 year old bridesmaid’s breasts if he plays his cards right, I mused. As for me, there was nothi...g for it but to drink the wine, which I set about doing with enthusiasm.By the end of the meal I was quite drunk. I’d struck up a good conversation with Sandra’s nephew – James – and amused myself by dragging his attention away every time the slightly plump bridesmaid tried to engage him in flirty conversation. No one could out flirt me, I thought.. "That's enough Bitch. You don't deserve that much lube. Now bend over so I can have some fun." she proclaimed. I bent over like a little slut on the bed and stuck my ass up in the air for her. Without hesitation, she jammed the strap-on into my ass. My hole puckered around her cock. "Yeah that's it Bitch, take my cock." she stated. Then she asked "Does it feel good slut?" I responded "Yes Baby, I love being your Bitch." "Good" she said, "this is how it feels when I get fucked. Now you. ”“Hey, good luck,” Hunter says to the man’s back. Then with a shrug, he takes his purchase to the counter and pays.“Whew! I’m sorry, I’m not used to running so far,” Karissa says to Hunter as she leans against the door.“You didn’t do too badly,” he says with some encouragement. “You just need to get out from under the bed more and you’ll get used to it.”“I won’t need to since you’re leaving again after Christmas,” she counters.Hunter lets the comment sting and then presses on. “You’ll never. Probably another rerun episode of CSI. How many of those can people make? I don’t think I can sit in the house all day watching reruns or I’d go insane. But, what else is there to do toni…”Luke’s thoughts came to screeching hold when his body got knocked back and his head throbbed. His eyes blinked rapidly to pull himself out of his daze as he slowly sat up feeling his forehead throb in pain. As he sat up, however, he was met with a sight that more or less mirror his own. But, the other person.