As I moved to immediately start washing Sherri took her coffee mug andrefilled it, sitting down at the table, still wearing my housecoat andher boxers..., I saw no evidence that she was wearing anything else. "Lastnight was fun, eh?" At times," I admit there were times that were fun, before I was nearlyraped in the men's room, before I watched my sister dancing in a veryflirtatious manner with Amy."So I hear you were a bad girl last night." What do you mean?" Shannon told me you were cock teasing. “Your six pack,” she added leaning forward and patting my stomach. I was in such a state of anxiety that I was sweating and my T-shirt had stuck to my ribs exposing a bit of my stomach. I covered her hand with mine and gently raised it to my lips and kissed the back of her hand. “Thank you for the compliment but I would still like to lose about five kilos.” I placed her hand back on my knee and raised my T-shirt as I spoke. “See, still a bit wobbly,” I laughed. “What?” She was astonished to. I’m sorry that happened.” He thought about her words and then said “Why, why’s that Karen?” “I don’t know. Maybe because I’m a little in doubt of how I look. I don’t know.” “Not me, Karen. I was never in doubt of that. I’m still not either” he told her, nicely. He shut up and waited for her to say something. She spoke up. “I want to invite you over, again. I mean it this time too. I do. I really do, Spencer. That is if you want to of course.” “When would you like me to come?” he asked. His. I asked her later on if she was worried about her fiancée finding out, but apparently her asshole was strictly off limits to his little prick. I felt a little sorry for him but not enough that it would stop me from stretching her ass out again a couple more times before the wedding.After the wedding (to which I was obviously not invited) some time passed before I heard from her again. She had started getting used to married life and had even started warming up to her husband a little. Her.