Dale slides the glass over to us. “Want a sip?”Dusty and Rachel shake their heads. After a moment, I reach over, pick it up and take a drink. My... friends gape. I sit the glass down.“Thanks. Tastes good. What’s in it?”“Whiskey and coke.”I take another sip, lick my lips and smile. My friends look appalled but I don’t care. Dale tells us about how he has this great job. He is traveling all the time and the money is great. He just bought a new truck. I reach over and take a third sip. The. She squatted over top of my rigid d*** and slowly lower herself down onto it taking it a little deeper each time she squatted down further this went on for ten or so minutes watching her boobs bounce up and down and the sound of her wet p**** pumping up and down on my d*** shit I was having the best night I could remember for better than 2o years being a middle aged man I was a little surprised I was lasting this long and still able to blow huge loads. like I was.I could tell she was slowing. He had continued to fuck you regularly trough the reception and the night while everybody congratulated you on a wonderful ceremony, commenting on how you where a wonderful couple and of course urging the groom on to fuck his bride with as much gusto as he could since it was his wedding. He hadn't needed the encouragement.You had been daydreaming about that wonderful day while you masturbated in order to achieve an orgasm strong enough to kick-start the birthing process. This was your third. She and I talked about some non sense. And then she made some kind of move that for some reason I thought was an invitation. It was the way she crossed and recrossed her leg in rapid succession, I think. Anyway I turned into her and knelt between her legs. She asked what I was doing. I did not answer. I gently parted her legs and went down on her. She did not object. I put my face between her legs and thought I just wanted do to this for a moment or two. Her pussy was moist, and musty.