She checked with me that the shoes I was currently wearing were the same height as the shoes I would be wearing on my wedding day (so the dress length... would be correct). Check, check and double check. I was happy; she was happy. It was a done deal.Just then, the door opened and in walked a man in his 50s, immaculately dressed with a fine head of silvery hear for a man his age. Mrs Wilson turned and smiled upon seeing him."Marie, I'd like you to meet Mr Wilson, my husband, who owns this store". What if we’re seen?”“You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?”“I won’t be able to see your pretty face,” he says, trying to keep control.“That’s sweet,” she says. “But you’re the one that kept insisting we fuck everywhere we went. That would have meant I would have had to stay like this.”“We could have made it mostly public, someplace less likely to be caught,” he offers.“Ah, so you just like to idea of it,” she muses. “Besides, I bought this without you knowing.” She reaches into one of the. This year was no exception. Well we keep drinking. Most people are full so what do we do. Go downtown just to make sure bars close properly. Now it's game time.I gather up several guys. 4 women joined group. Before we leave bar i get group together, the theory "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" will deffinently apply here. Several people looked at me funny assuming we were just going to an after bar party. One couple promptly bowed out. Since I'm not the regular guy in town. Dylan whisperd for me to lie on my back, when i was getting comfortable, he started to give me the most wet and sloppy blow job i have ever had, even to this day! When my cock was all wet and dripping, Dylan got up and turned around on his hands and knees, he told me to get his ass all wet so it wouldn't hurt. So i spread his cheeks and spat a couple times, then rubbed my cock in it and slowly pushed my big pink bell end into his ass, when my tip went in dylan let out a massive moan. When i.