“And I realized that it was the only life you knew, that so much of your innocence was erased from your memory. But you were not born a porn star an...d you didn’t grow up fucking the dick of the week.”“Sure seems like it,” she admitted.“I called up Chuck last night and he agreed that we could do this with the power of our new Master PC program. You guys need to sit down,” I gestured at the couch. Audrey sat there, but Todd plopped down sideways in my lap. Even up this close, he looked like the. Time was moving so slowly, it seemed. I set my glass on the bandstand, and went to the Men’s room. As I unzipped my trousers at the urinal, I suddenly realized I was slightly swollen. Thinking about seven already, are you? I mentally said to my one-eyed friend. I finished what I had come to do, and washed my hands. Walking back into the hall, I looked at my watch again. Six-fifteen. I gave the high sign to the rest of the guys, and we went back up to the stand for the last set of the day. As we. The fucking seemed to go on for ever, as two guysclimbed off her and the table, another two climbed on.Even Juan, my barman friend had his turn, taking mywife on her hands and knees. Just when I thought thingscould not get any worse they brought in the Dutch Dykewith her enormous black dildo. The guys were ecstaticwhen then saw Susan having to take the rubber monsterinto her much abused cunt.The manager then realised that the only person in theroom not to have got his rocks off was me. It was. Ramsey,” I groaned as this delectable MILF squeezed my cock right here in the middle of the hall.And no one cared. Not the preacher standing with Kurt and his groomsmen, not the men sitting down the row who must be uncles of Rosemary. This MILF was openly squeezing me, draping over me, as the music of the wedding march struck up.I threw a glanced behind me as the bridesmaids appeared, each marching down the aisle in their purple dresses. I groaned as the mother of the bride reached beneath my.