But mostly I remember the warmth of your skin, the goosebumps you raised when flesh made contact with flesh (no matter how innocent the touch).It was ...so long ago, like the words in her song. It feels like a lifetime ago, but I still want you here with me. And all my heart can say, yes still to this day, is please don't go.But if you can't be here with me, at least I have the memories of you to help get me through the day. Those memories are so much more than what the word implies. I know. I guess I must have looked pretty shocked as Cheryl giggled, "Surprise, Honey. I thought you might want our wedding night to be extra special, so I invited some friends. Why don't you pour us some champagne to celebrate while we get comfortable in the bedroom.". In Larry's arms Cheryl looked like a tiny doll and as he walked into the bedroom my cock stiffened at the thought of these massive men making love to my bride. I wasn't about to miss a minute of this and so I quickly poured five glasses. Kelly." she said. "Buck! Call me Buck. Mr. Kelly sounds to formal." I said. I looked on her left pocket. She had a pen in the pocket. She moved and the pen fell out onto the floor. I saw her small name tag. "Mistie" "Here let me get that Mistie." I said. "I got it Buck. Thank you. I just started last week and your the first not to laugh at me for dropping things. Let me get it." said Mistie. I froze in the chair. She bent her body down to pick up the pen. Her small hands moved just over the top. I can feel both of Hunter’s hands on my thighs. I can feel his tongue, now softly licking up and down my slit…how can he be pinching my nipples also? “Ohhhhh!” I cry, as not one, but two flaming hot mouths engulf my tits. The light bulb goes on in my head as I finally realize which fantasy Hunter has chosen to fulfill for me this weekend. The engine I heard - was the boat carrying his friends to us. “Mmmmmmm, I think you like your surprise, Alex. Your pussy is quite drenched,” Hunter murmurs,.