"Don't stop. Please don't... oh yesss," she breathed out, with her eyes clenched tight. I could feel that thickening begin to start, feel my heavy bal...ls draw up and the need to explode approaching. My mouth seemed to shiver with each breath and my fingers dug deeper into her skin. Drops of sweat rolled down my cheeks and I could taste her in the air. "You feel so good," I said against her lips. "I don't wanna stop being inside you." I held myself against the length of her body, trying not to. We were part of a ‘Hens night out’, and now we are so pissed and somehow, I have the honer of the ‘Bride To Be’ passed-out, across my lap. Perhaps you guys might answer this question, Is fucking the bride to be, a massive turn-on for other males, making them prime targets on their last nights freedom? A car screeched to a halt and backed-up to the shelter where we both sat in a d***ken hazy sl**p. Three men got out and started helping us into the car, Pia in the back and I in the front. Once. He changed to the right foot and did the same thing to them. He carried on up to the ankle, one at a time, up her calf and under her knees. He had by then worked his way up to her inner thighs. He lay there and laved them giving them all the love and attention they deserved. He thought that he had better divest himself of his trousers by then, as he knew it was getting close to the moment that he would sheath himself in her warm, soft covering. Marion was writhing on the bed. She was trembling;. ” She had a wonderful singing voice. When she hit the line, “and the rocket’s red glare,” there were fireworks set off from beyond both end zones, shooting into the sky. They blew up in time to her next line, “The bombs bursting in air.” As she finished the song, both sides of the field erupted in cheers, with the drums tapping out cadence again, while the Marines exited the field.Once we took our places on the bench, I looked in the stands behind me for my family. I realized that since we were.