Girls and Marriages and Hen Nights, lots of Sex’Do you Felicia Westbrook, take Blah Blah Blah’?I don’t need to remind you people, that have been down the isle, of our wedding vows, where we promise not to be dirty unfaithful little girls, to our pussy hungry intended husbands, some of whom, which included mine, have already banged one of my so called friends, now standing just behind me, frocked-up as my bridesmaid, with my intended to be’s, sperm still being nurtured inside her pussy.Weddings are like that from a girls point of view, they make us horny, with all the excitement and being the focal point of the big occasion.Hen and Stag nights throw the doors open to all manner of sexual shenanigans, an excuse to dress like a slut in stockings, getting boozed-up and tied to a lamp-post for drunk men to approach and kiss, with a sign pinned around my neck, ‘Last chance boys, horny bride to be’.I secretly chose this verse for the sign, and my heart was pumping hard as my slender wrists were tied behind my back, to the unlit lamp-post, and my knickers and brassiere removed, my bridesmaids retired to a safe distance and snogged the men they stopped, whispering into their ears of my state of undress, and my inability to stop them feeling me.Witnessing my demeanour gave Julie the idea that my husband to be, should be comforted, as my disgraceful and overt sexual wantonness, made her own pussy fair game for him, to which she offered it to him on a plate and he drunkenly delved into it and promptly emptied hakkari rus escort his balls into her. Men of course have this dark secret in them about fertilizing another man’s wife, believing that they are great seducers, and shagging a girl hours before she stands at the alter, is the ‘crème-de-la-crème’ of fucks. Of course we brides to be had nothing to do with their successful penetrations, as they found us drunk and tied up without underwear, murmuring, ‘Fuck that Pussy’, over our shoulders, as we push back onto them.Guys, this is why we all go elsewhere for our pre-nuptials, otherwise in my case, the pews might have been filled with expectant males, ready to raise their hands in objection to a great fuck of a woman, being tied to another man.Even as the vicar was mouthing his final lines tying us and God together for life, I was eyeing his hard-on, as his eyes were focused on my hard nipples, just visible through the netted layered bodice of my wedding gown, he stammered as did his Hollywood counterpart in ‘Four Weddings and a Funeral’, my lip licking gloss and coy looks, made him aware I was in-heat, and my downward glances at his hard cock, told him it was his I wanted.After the signing of the certificates and the toasting, I excused myself with the vicar, into a small room, in and there I raised my white dress, pulled my white thong over my ass cheek, and allowed the man of the clothe, empty his balls inside.The Wedding waltz saw his cum run hakkari rus escort bayan down my stockinged legs and be smeared all around the bare flesh of my inner thigh, as I danced with my betrothed, gazing into each others eyes, I wondered how many he fucked last night, then I smiles, my total was three, excluding the vicar today, and there was still the rest of the evening to go.My aunt, on my mothers side of the family, had an amazing night of matrimonial bliss, her wedding night finished up in a hotel, out in the sticks, in some scenic rural setting, which was brilliant for the guests and the photography, but as the small hours of the morning arrived, most guests had retired or gone home, leaving the wedding party utterly drunk and dishevelled.Aunty retired with an expectancy of sex, and so prepared herself, but finished up falling asleep as my uncle drank into the small hours with his friends.In the end he was carried up to the bridal chamber, and carried inside by all four of his mates, who undressed him and put him to bed, their eyes feasting on the sleeping and very naked aunty, awaiting her nuptials.Each man took his turn with her, and aunty accepted each man in turn, her zealous and deprived pussy, not to mention her other orifices, turned her Bridal Night into a best men orgy, my cousin Jonny, still thinks his dad is his dad, don’t mention DNA, aunty prefers her side of events that night.So as you can see by reading a few examples of rus escort hakkari what woman really are, sex really plays a big part in our lives, it’s just that we are slightly more secretive and less bragging about it.Weddings, when they do come around, especially the really big affairs, are like an aphrodisiac, even all the way down to the bridesmaids, who suddenly find themselves sexually admired by men who think girls find them sexually attractive, we pick that up when being in the room with sexually active women who scream their dirty thoughts at each other laughing, their very words about men’s cocks and fucking, really do fire up our innocent minds.Dirty talk and sexual banter, sexy undies with the odd flash of womanhood, breasts and pussies, make us aware of who we are, so during the ceremony, and when all the drinking men dance with us, we are already aware of their needs, just as I was, when I sat on ones lap, feeling him grow under my bum, and my frock hem to rise high enough for him to remove my knickers, and nestle between my bum cheeks, aided by a small packet of butter, smeared between my bum-hole and cunny, it was the best feeling I ever felt with a man, sitting and holding his bulbous cock head in my hands, pulling him hard into my cunny, as his hot shaft throbbed along the thin fleshy line, separating my bum cheeks, into my labia.Later in life and into my teens, riding bareback on a horse could be the description closest to shagging that man’s cock that night, old heads on young shoulders, could also best describe girls today, only today they are more openly about doing it, back then we had secrets, today, my daughter does Facebook and a few others, and chats with men, and asks to see them jacking off, in return for her showing him how she does it, do I care or worry, you tell me?Any comments appreciated.