So let’s enjoy ourselves now while we can. Now just relax.” With that, she fed me once again from her beautiful, bountiful breasts. I sucked on th... right one first; as I did, she said, “You know, I always thought you were cute,” sighing between phrases. “I dreamed of a moment similar to this ever since you and Shweta married.” All I could do was moan ecstatically; for I was too busy drinking her sweet essence to make a coherent answer. Not until emptying that one breast could I say anything.. As everyone gathered, the four people of the moment, stood up at the end of the table and announced their intentions to be married. They had been immediately fogged from the rest of the family, congratulating them, hugging and kissing them, and patting them in the back. It was a time of celebration and jubilation. Reason enough for a REAL whing ding. Tomorrow night would be perfect. They would all meet at the pond, and throw a REAL doozey of a party. They would invite Bennie and Lannie, Doc and. M. Knowing this could be a while, I began making us drinks. I purposely poured hers extremely strong thinking that if there was any shot whatsoever of having lightning strike twice, I had to use everything in the arsenal. Several times she made a horrid face when she took a drink, saying "What the hell did you make me? Is there any juice in here at all?" We had slowly drunk mixed drinks all day long, but the ones I was now making were damn near straight liquor.In retrospect I can say that. There was no one to defend him."I asked you a question, Shalla. Was she good?" Monique repeated, almost enjoying watching the Arab squirm. He deserved it, the bastard, having such a good time with her property. He might have damaged it irreparably playing his little games."I--I do not know of that which Madame speaks." he finally answered slowly, raising his eyes slightly from the floor but still not looking directly in her eyes."You sniveling little, cochon," she spat at him vindictively, "you.