Finally, she seemed to notice that there was someone else in the room and the bride looked up into my eyes and scanned them in desperation."He's havin... sex with my bridesmaid," she said calmly, though a tremolo started to build on the last word, then she broke her stare and took a few steps towards the fireplace. Halfway there, she changed her mind and aimed for the windows. Again, she changed course and ended up in the stuffed chair? I saw her mind living the different permutations of her. I reached down with my right hand slid a finger in her honey pot pulled it out brought it to my nose smelling her sweet tanginess then suckled on my finger tasting of her sweet sex. She watched me intently as I savored every ounce of nectar on my finger. Then again she surprised me. She slid one, two, then three fingers into herself, slid them over her hardening clit, then up to her own mouth and suckled as I had. Sammie was copying the actions I had just performed. Again she slipped her. "Oh, but I know you can help me," she said, her voice dripping with complete confidence and lust. She stared at me and cupped her breasts in my direction until she pressed up against me, rubbing her chest against mine. My hands were far away from her body - I had no thoughts of anything except getting her out of my house.I was about to say something else when she snaked her arms around me and pressed something into my neck. I felt my body go cold and my mind get cloudy."See, you're going to. I came under her fingers for the second time. With an intensity that I would not have thought possible. As if she suspected it, she put a hand gently on my mouth and muffled my loud, hoarse curses.Only now did she slow her movements. Her hands moved over my flanks again, my arms. She gently stroked my cheek, covered me with the towel, and left the room.I lay there, breathing heavily and at loss for words. Amelie let me rest in the darkened room for a few minutes. Then she came back and turned.