Making obvious fucking movements and grinning lewdly at all his mates.”“Embarrassed for her, I escaped back to the kitchen. When the sausage roll... were ready, the kitchen guy and I took them out to the lounge. I noticed immediately that Pete and the guys he had been talking to were missing. The room seemed half full, but I didn’t think much of it, and the guy from the kitchen started making conversation.”“Are you really sure you want me to go on with this Don?”Both Don and I sounded a bit. All I wanted was her, I wanted her more than my next breath. At the party which occurred on a chilly November evening, in a beat up apartment way off in the suburbs of the city I got extremely drunk. The pain was demanding it's tribute and my soul needed quenching. Wine went down like there is no tomorrow, and my mind soon got into a state of absolute mutiny. Natalie approached me, unfortunately looking for a friendly conversation. I couldn't take it any more, my mind was devastated, my pride. They had fallen in love, and despite her parents dislike, and virtual hatred of all Germans, they had married. The wedding in Zeebrugge had turned out to be a typical German drunken affair. His parents did not come to the wedding nor did any of her other relatives. His relatives were some way away in North Germany and although they sent their best wishes, it was a bit too far for them to travel.On her wedding night she retired to bed awaiting her husband, who she was sure would join her shortly. By the time I got home Jessie was alone in the shower. I was only curious to see how red her ass was. I was pleased to see that her ass was still bright red even after her shower but didn’t mention it. Monday I took my lunch to work and sat at my desk to eat. I fast forward the play back from the time I left that morning. There was nothing of interest happened. The only activity was when Jessie got out of bed around 10:30. I was watching the video live by the time lunch was over. I was about.