There is a reason why none of the bridesmaids could be pregnant. The other end of that tube is inserted into the pussies of the bridesmaids. Whatever ...doesnt stay inside of the bride, goes to them. He held up his phone, which was displaying what seemed to be a live feed of the three bridesmaids strapped to what looked like sawhorses. Tubes ran down from a four-way joint to a plug inserted into each of their pussies. I could hear all of them moaning from both the phone and from the curtain behind. I cupped my hands and blew into them to try and take away the sting. I also tried waving them about and squeezing them under my armpits, but the pain was so intense. I was curtly informed to hold them both up again and this time I involuntarily pulled them away as she applied the stroke, resulting in the leather just catching my fingertips. Mrs Cameron was not impressed and walked over to the bed and returned with a hand towel. This she placed over my head, and told me to get my hands up again.. I laughed to myself, worrying about a housefire all the less. The door was a hollow core--I could kick my way through the fucker in like thirty seconds.It was too late for breakfast so I made a big sandwich. I needed to tank up for the couple hours of lawn mowing ahead of me. I hated the chore, but I liked the money, when my Dad actually got around to paying me. As well, I liked to keep on his good side, and a raggedy looking lawn was just the type of thing to piss him off.I ate in the quiet,. “Emily, I’m already on borrowed time. The movie is over, the credits are rolling, and Rotten Tomatoes gave it all negative reviews. I’m going to die soon, I know it, so just be a good sister and let me be a little selfish before I kick the bucket.” Emily sighed. “Mike Broflovski, you can find him under the football bleachers at school. I don’t know anything else about him.”I was lying in bed, staring at her longingly on another school morning. With my eyes fixed upon her hallucinatory figure,.