“You mean his red wraiths.”Jacob came back out of the darkness holding a torch, unlit, and a strange smile on his face. “Your visit to the Hisil... was informative. Black Blood wasn’t too happy that you left before he got to chat with you.”“I imagine it wanted to know how I got there.”Triss and Jen both looked between the two men, and Triss felt horribly lost. What the fuck were these two talking about, and what had they been up to?“Yes, he, did.” With a head motion that suggested eye rolling,. You won't tell our parents, oh, please don't tell them, they'll kill us both." I went right on, "I want you to fuck me, too, Owen, I want this big, hard cock in my pussy and for you to fuck me with it until I scream. I want you to make me cum and cum and cum. "Do my boobs feel good, Owen? I've wanted to rub them on you for a long time. None of the boys in my college can compare with you, here, feel this," I said as I bent over and rubbed my nipples back and forth across the head of his dick. The date of the bachelor party was getting closer and whenI mentioned to my Linda that the best man was calling laterthat day to make the arrangements, she told me she had anidea. She said that instead of hiring a stripper, that shewould come and dance for us in a sexy outfit, but only if shecould wear some kind of mask so that the guys wouldn’tknow who she was. I said that it was a nice thought and it eventurned me on a little, but that the guys would probably bedisappointed with a stripper. I think it was important for you to learn." She spent some time explaining menstrual cramps and other issues he might see the women encountering.Jenny and Mandy were in the kitchen, in a friendly, animated discussion of seating for thirteen people. They considered a single table, or two tables, or three. Benches were weighed against chairs. Jenny was concerned that multiple tables would make it easier for cliques to form. Mandy countered that the cliques could form anyway, and that all would.