I could tell that Tim had a raging hard on through his clothes and I was really getting very hot knowing what was in store for me. We went to bed, tel...ling everyone else good night. He licked my pussy and loved the fact I was so wet. His tongue played with my clit and I had orgasm after orgasm. He was so turned on by this that he was ready to fuck all night long. He told me he had his own personal Pamela Anderson in bed, and knew that I was much better than she could have been. I really love. ’ ‘…Please…’ You once more rewarded me for asking. ‘Again.’ ‘Plea-se.’ The force of your thrust made the word catch in my mouth, before you once again drew back, this time you almost slipped completely out of me before I whispered the magical word… ‘Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.’ Each word was punctuated with your delicious body thrusting into mine. As soon as I stopped asking, you stopped thrusting though. ‘Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.’ My voice was a well of need, filled. When the day came, I picked a sexy outfit and went to the address he gave me. When I walked in the bartender just smiled and said that they were anxiously waiting for me in the back room. I walked in the place erupted in cheers. My pussy gushed. It was going to be a fun night. They were not going to be able to keep their hands, or anything else off me!The man of honor was in the middle of the room in a chair, the lights were low, the music loud. I would grind my hips to the music. the party. The changewas striking, although it wasn't something I would have chosen. My hairdid look shinier and wasn't just hanging off my head. She had put liftin it, so it gave an airy, fuller appearance and not plastered down. Butshe had also added loose curls to give it a decidedly feminine style andthe spray kept everything in place. The way it was curled did move thehair off my face, but at what price? I would have said my hair was agirl's look now. It was kind of funny, because I always thought.