What if she didn’t want a threesome? What if she only liked guys? Would she be jealous of Monica, and refuse to sleep with me? I started to worry, b...t reassured myself that it would be O.K. with her. After all, she had nothing to be jealous of, since our relationship was totally different than my relationship with Monica. Also, she was way better looking. Not that Monica wasn’t an attractive girl, but she was slender and small, with an athlete’s build and only an A-cup, compared to Amber’s. I could feel her delight. How much she loved his tongue thrusting into her cunt. He swirled around in her snatch. He gave her such bliss as he hammered my asshole. The heat burned through my nethers and melted my cunt.“Las’s big dick!” I groaned, rocking to the force of his thrusts. My round boobs swayed.The crowd cheered. They loved it.I drank in their passion. I loved every moment of this heat. My anal sheath gripped his thick shaft. He growled into his sister’s cunt as he pumped away at my. Mmm yes, I like it that way. NO, not IN my pussy, you naughty boy! You need to find my clit!”I slapped Scott on his hand for being so cheeky, though I understood that he wanted so much more of that delicious pussy he had his hand on, he just needed to know how important it was that he listened to my instructions. He giggled naughtily and resumed exploring, letting his fingers slide over my slit.I thought, “Oh, I like the feeling of your exploring fingers so much, you’re making me even wetter. Karen had listed us for gifts in a number of bridal registries so there was some faint hope that we would get usable things.The wedding was at the small town Episcopal church where Karen grew up. I had a feeling that it would be full. My family was riding together in a SUV that we owned but only used rarely. All our house employees would follow shortly. As we rode, my mother said, "Brad, we should have used our church because it's bigger."I responded. "Mother, 'we' don't have a church. I went.