This got me more excited, I'd played with a friend's dick a few times, but had never let anything happen, but out here in the middle of the woods alon...e with this guy was making me want to go a little farther.It wasn't long until he asked me to remove my jeans, and as I started undoing my belt and the button, I saw a bulge start to grow in the crotch of his pants. I slowly pulled them down, that's when I remembered that I was wearing a pair of my sister's white Fruit of the Loom bikini panties,. I then felt him grab my arms and drag me to my feet. I felt him lift me up and before I knew it I was sitting on a big wooden shop table. he stood in front of me, caressed the side of my head for a moment before pushing me onto my back. I felt my legs lifted onto his shoulders and he began caressing my ass. he simply held me there for what felt like an eternity his fingers occasionally entering my ass. "my god what a good little whore you are for daddy" he quietly whispered to me as he sat. But the well-stocked supermarket didn’t have enough space for hide-and-seek with anyone let alone Vixens.“There it is,” a busty blond Vixen called out.“No,” I screamed, putting myself between the Blonds and Matilda as they rushed up the frozen goods aisle drawing their tranquillizer-dart guns.“That won’t do you any good,” a voice said from behind us. Turning I saw the Brunettes behind us, also drawing their dart guns.From the midst of the Blonds, the Vixen in charge sashayed towards us, her. Emma nodded toward me.“Aaron,” Emma said flatly.“Huh?” Jess and I said in unison.“You have both been amazing friends to me and amazingly supportive. And I want both of you to be there for me for my wedding,” Emma said.“Em,” I said, “I am, uh, flattered and all, but you know I’m, like, a guy? I mean, I’m pretty sure you’ve seen, and played with, the proof.”Emma waved off my objection. “So we’ll call it the ‘dude-of-honor’, if you will. I think that’s the twenty-first century term for it. But I’m.