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she needed him. She needed him badly and on Saturday she would finally be able to feed that aching monster, below. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes and leaned her head back on her seat.
    "Honey, you know you don't have to do this. I would rather give up the company than to see you unhappy."
    Carrie opened her eyes and turned her head towards him. She quickly removed her ponytail holder and let her silky black tresses fall on her shoulders. Dylan blinked twice at her unexpected, rare beauty. Something strange was happening.
    "Dylan, you know I would never do anything I don't want to do. I want to marry you. I want to be your wife." Had Carrie confessed too much in her heat of desire?
    " Really? You want to marry me?"
    "Yes, on Saturday I will be Ms. Carrie McCray. It has a ring to it, doesn't it?" She joked, then quickly gathered her belongings and opened the car door. Dylan immediately reached over her and slammed the door shut. He wasn't finished talking to her. He needed to make sure that his best friend was comfortable with her decision before he drove away.
    But, then it happened…
    In his haste, his arm brushed across her full, aching, plump breasts. Her nipples reacted the same way they did earlier that day. They stood hard, firm and solid for him. Hormones, really? Why did her hormonal issues keep popping up when he was around, he wondered?
    In the bright southern moonlight, Dylan could clearly make out Carrie’s taut and erect nipples poking through her paper thin top. He tried to look away, but his eyes had already zoned in to the fullness of her perky buds. A deep, sexual craving bubbled up from below forcing Dylan to lick his full lips. He shifted in his seat, then cleared his voice, but his eyes were glued to his best friend who was primed and ready. “So what are the terms and conditions?” a barely audible Dylan stated with an unexpected longing in his voice.
    "Dylan, I told you I can't tell you until Saturday. I promise to tell you then. Look, I need to go inside. I’m tired," Carrie stated with a hint of sexual need in her voice.
    "Not yet. We have a few logistical items to square away before Saturday. For instance, where will we live?" His eyes zoned in on her, full 36D breasts. Without thought, he reached over and began to massage her shoulders and her slender neck. Carrie wanted to resist his touch, but she couldn't. And, obviously neither could Dylan.
    "I-I think we should live at your place. It's bigger!" The word bigger rolled off her lips with ease and fell into his ears with delight. Without thought, Carrie tilted her head to the far right so Dylan could have better access to her flesh. He immediately accepted the invitation as his strong, large masculine hands moved firmly across her soft skin.
    She shivered at his touch.
    "How does that feel?" He asked as he drank in her sweetness.
    "So good!"
    "Carrie, I can't believe we are getting married," he managed to utter as he leaned even closer to her. So close she could feel his warm breath on her sensitive skin. He continued to work his magical fingers into her sore sensitive flesh. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment.
    "I know. Dylan, what about our living arrangements in the house?" Carrie managed to mumble as she rested her hands on his thighs, just inches from ground zero. The nearness of her digits forced his manhood to rise in his pants. She instantly felt his enormous cock lift. The sudden thrust caused her nipples to poke out harder. Without thinking, Dylan placed one small kiss on Carrie’s supersensitive neck. A tremor of delight instantly erupted in her spine. This can't be happening! Am I dreaming?
    A sexually aroused Dylan spoke sternly. "You will sleep in your husband's bed. And, that's not up for discussion." The comment forced her sex hazed eyes open. She nodded and then immediately closed her heavy lidded eyes shut so she could thoroughly enjoy his full lips and snake-like tongue roaming seductively on her neck. The