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auntie and her little toy

... woman of early fifties could give them all a run for their money and uncle kept on looking at his bit of fluff. The reception was something else. The bridesmaids had changed into something more fetching, Deborah remained in her bridal dress. Us blokes dropped our waistcoats and put on more relaxing dress trousers. Seated as pairs, 8 to a table I was paired up with Suzzi. “I thought you’d be with your partner” I asked her, “oh yeah, with this conservative bunch, like that would happen, bunch of stuck up shirts” “oh”, I replied, “I thought your f****y were ok with you batting for the other side” “Are you fucking k**ding”, Suzzi answered. “Check out Deborah and knob head newly wed hubby”, Suzzi nodded in their direction, “why do you think he is smiling so much, it’s not because he’s just got married, it’s because now there’s a ring on it Deborah is finally going to let him have a bit of her posh bitch muff” I was so taken aback by Suzzi’s frankness I almost spat out my expensive wine. “Really”, I managed to splitter, “you reckon she’s a virgin”? “In every way Mark, in every way!”, Suzzi retored. We had the speeches and the toasts and all whilst this was going on Suzzi kept making rude remarks. The posh wine had certainly loosened Suzzi’s tounge. I asked her about her lesbian partner and what sort of things they got up to. “Typical bloke”, she said, “Fixated on knowing how we do it, and what we do”, shouted Suzzi, slurring a bit. The rest of our table looked at me as if I’d ...

... just asked to have sex with her right there and then, on the table, in amongst the courses. I shut up. I was a small fish swimming in the big fish fishpond. After we’d eaten our 5 courses we milled around, coffee cup in one hand and conversation on how much you earned, what car you were driving and where in the world were you going for your next holiday. My answers were simple, I earn next to fuck all, I drive a Ford e****t van and I holiday in a tent in west Wales. Oddly enough no-one else seemed to do/have the same. The night time reception was for us as Debroah and her bloke were having to depart early for Heathrow as they had a night flight to Nepal. So one by one people drifted off to their rooms to get dressed for the night. Suzzi asked me where I was going to get changed. I told her that I had a bag of clothes in a car, and that’s where I’ll be getting changed. “Don’t be silly”, she said, “come and change in our room, me and mum’s – it will be fine”. So grabbing my bag I went upstairs to the f****y suite. They’d taken over the entire first floor. As Deborah and berk were not staying, they’d each gotten changed in their respective parents rooms. In my auntie’s room, there was a massive double bed and a huge collection of suitcases. Suzzi showed me in, “Cool eh”, she said, I’m 25 and I’m sl**ping with my mum”! She laughed. “well Actually Deborah slept with her last night, I had this” and she bashed a massive couch. “Bathroom there” and she pointed at a door. Now I assumed ...