‘I’m really bothered that everything is being arranged without any consideration for what I want or would like. Most girls spend a lot of time pla...nning and trying to make everything perfect for their wedding. I don’t feel I’m getting so much as to pick one from column A and two from column B. It’s like it isn’t even about me. ‘I talk with my mother about it, but it’s like she doesn’t even hear me. All she knows how to do is carry out my father’s instructions. ‘I understand the concept of. .. no whites, no Hispanics, no Asians. There were a few Black women, most very pretty. Everyone had some kind of costume on... even if it was only a mask. No one was dressed scantily... only me. It was clear I was "on display." I was embarrassed and blushing all over, they all were making lewd comments about me and talking about fucking me. I was scared silly.I clung to the only familiar thing I knew... Robert. For about an hour there was nothing but talk, then Robert led me into the bedroom. Jane looked out of the window and saw the other couples sitting by the pool. The men were in shorts and polo-shirts, so she got out a similar outfit for John and put on a skirt and t-shirt.“See you by the pool,” she shouted as she went out to join the others. There was a round of good mornings as she did and delight that they would be joining the respective activities today.It was ten minutes before John joined them. Over croissants and coffee, they chatted about what they had been up to. I groaned, squeezing my snatch around her clit-dick. I loved every second of this. I savored every moment of her futa-dick burying to the hilt in me. It was outstanding.I bit my lip, whimpering at the bliss. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as she fucked me like a bitch. It was incredible. I felt twenty again. Younger. I rocked back into that thick futa-dick stretching out my snatch.Her girlish moans were so exciting. My orgasm swelled and swelled. The friction fed my impending climax. My cunt.