I didn’t mean it. I wasn’t happy. My smile was fake when I did all my duties as maid of honor-dancing with the best man [a pompous prick named Mac...], catching the bouquet, and making sure the limo was on time. I faked being happy when I was literally dying inside. My last single friend was single no more. Some girls spent their entire lives being with one boyfriend after another, some spent their lives with that one special guy, and then some girls, like me, spent their whole entire lives. I was getting turned on.Lori noticed this and used it as a way to tease me."John", she said, "doesn't that young man have a magnificent erection. It must be ten inches long and doesn't it look healthy and tasty?"She must have been reading my mind because I had just been thinking that if I were ever to suck a real cock, that was the kind of cock that might tempt me.The young man's prick was as big around as the red partition ropes at the movie theatre and the head on it was as big as a peach. It. He knows this is the corner of the wood where men come for sex, where they cruise for action, for cocks to suck and arses to fuck. He’s seen them before, hanging around, pretending to be just passing through, but the litter of crumpled tissues, empty condom packets and soiled wet-wipes gives the game away.He’s not after sex himself. He’s a voyeur, just likes watching. Ever since he stumbled across a couple fucking in the fields near his home when he was younger, he’s found it a big turn-on.. Well, I'd recommend you to turn it off completely, think about what you're not telling me, and just sleep. I'm expecting some sincerity in the morning, alright?”“O-okay”“Good night, princess”“Nighty, dad”Minutes later, the only things still turned on was her lava lamp and the heat in her body. That video was still playing in her mind, an eternal looping that was probably going to keep her awake all night.She caressed her again in her naughty place. That sausage-like thing, what it would feel.