It also did nothing to reassure me of her virginity.My thoughts turned to possible pretences of virginity. One has read of girls getting themselves re...-stitched, but I've never known of it actually being done; that she might use her period as a cover for virgin blood also crossed my mind..I let my hand venture between her legs, and for the first time her cool confidence seemed to falter, and give way to nervous excitement. She was also wet with anticipation..I gently caressed her most private. She had a look I couldn't decipher."Hi, Marci, Howard," I said, standing; my voice was flat. Elsie nodded her greeting. We took our seats. It was quiet, not embarrassingly so, but tentative. Like two countries mutually suspicious and guarded, but anxious to get on with negotiations. Elsie spoke first."Hope you're both well," said Elsie. Shall we order?" There was a murmur of agreement among us. The food would delay the inevitable and give all of us a chance to settle in and down.The waitress. Jeremy groaned from deep in his throat and said, ‘You girls had better watch out, because I’m gonna come any time now.’ ‘Come ahead,’ Louise said, ‘we’re ready.’ ‘Oh baby, here it comes,’ cried Jeremy. He grunted sharply and bucked upward slightly, pushing his prick into Bonnie’s mouth an extra inch. Bonnie took the first hot bolt of semen in her mouth, then released his cock and jerked it rapidly while silvery white arcs of sperm erupted from the straining member and cascaded down on Jeremy’s. . mnn ... to invite her ... ohh...”Julie walked to the minibar and grabbed two little bottles of bourbon. “And let her find out on her own? And that she wasn’t invited? That’s, like, how every fairy tale begins, Troy, and I said I didn’t want a fairy tale wedding!”Their conversation was cut short by the sound of an incoming call on Skype. Julie walked over to the laptop, took a deep breath, slammed the contents of one of the bottles, and hit Answer. The screen filled with the image of a woman.