We were all sitting very gently. I was sure there were several pussies that were still tender and gaped. I know mine was. Ching Lee was still carrying... a pink tone to her skin in places and there were several darker stripes that would be covered when she was dressed, but she was purring like a kitten and had a smile that would not quit.The week went fast with so many things going on. The Homer dummies had been carried down to the maintenance shop to be rebuilt. Ken Smith promised to have them. I alternate between the 5" and 8" cocks until I start choking on them. I knew they wanted my ass and I didn't want to take the 8" cock first. I put the 8" in my mouth and pushed the other one behind me. I pushed myself back and onto my side as he started to maneuver behind me. I then felt a hand on my head pushing me deeper into his 8" cock. I started to gag then I heard a rip from a condom wrapper as he put it on over my ass. He was spooning behind me when I felt the tip of his cock. I was never doing that again. I gather up all the feminine stuffthat I'd been using, the remaining nail polish remover, the cotton pads,the ballet flats, everything, stuffed it back in the plastic bag holdingthe rest, and sat it on top of my trash can. First thing tomorrow it wasall going in the dumpster.Feeling more like a man than I had in days, I walked down the street andpicked up some thai food, came home, laid it all out on the coffee tablein front of my couch, put Die Hard on the TV,. “With this ring, do you, Rosemary Ramsey, promise take Kurt Albertson to be your lawfully wedded husband,” the preacher said in his graceful, almost airy, tenor, “to love and to hold, in sickness and in health, through good times and bed, until death do you part?”“I do,” the bride said in such a gushing tone, speaking such traditional vows while her mother's juicy pussy slammed down my girl-cock. Rosemary slipped the golden wedding band down Kurt's finger.I pumped my fingers faster in and out.