"Hey I am going to sleep, turn off the TV when you're done". I flipped over facing away from him and fell asleep. Sometime a few hours later I happen ...to wake up out of a really nice dream I was dreaming I was screwing this beautiful girl. When I woke up I noticed something strange Tom was asleep too but he was next to hugging me spoon fashion as he probably hugs his wife. Once I realized what was going on I froze, here was my best friend snuggling up to me and I could feel his cock on my ass.. At the same time, I was wiggling my hips for him. I wanted to tease him. I wanted to make him hornier. So when he started to fuck me, he would FUCK me. I wanted him to fuck me to my limits. That way, after he was done with me, he would leave a broken mess behind him.It was a dangerous and potentially destructive relationship, at least for me. It was like an addiction, consuming my soul. But I couldn't resist it. And maybe I shouldn't. I didn't know, I didn't care. All I wanted was him. Actually. Paul. He hadn't even dressed. He was covered by a hotel dressing gown and had his tux and shoes under his arm. I asked him what the hell was he still doing here.He told me he was waiting on me. I moved one door down to where my room was, the mother of the bride.I told him if he thought I was going to fuck him, minutes after he fucked my daughter, he was sadly mistaken.He said no problem, and the bastard honestly didn't seem bothered. Well, his loss. He asked if he could have a kiss goodnight. I. She moved off me then I felt her spread my bum cheeks, then a cold, wet and slimy hard object was pushed against my um hole, she was going to fuck me! I felt her insert her vibe into my arsehole, slowly at first, but soon it was fully inside me and she pumped it in and out of my tight man cunt. She fondled my balls, squeezing gently this time as her vibe invaded my back passage. I could feel it rubbing against my prostate, the feeling was awsome, my cock was dripping precum onto the floor, my.