"GODDAMMIT FUCK!" I hollered as Michael sunk himself about 18 inches inside my ass. He pulled back out and sank it back inside. Jesus Christ I'm reall...y getting butt-fucked now!Mom was getting her head bashed a little, so she came up and kissed me with her girl-cum-covered lips. God, I taste good. I thought. I'm such a slut, I also thought. Mom reached back down, and finger fucked me in time with Michael's strokes. I panted like a dog. Like a fucking dog in heat. Speaking of dogs, I always. The veil was fingertip-length, and would be anchored to her head by a delicate tiara.The ensemble was breathtaking. And why not? Sonya was marrying J. Francis Hughes, a corporate CEO of a large company. He had paid for the dress, and he could well afford to give Sonya everything money could buy.If only Dash didn't show up. Sonya bit her lip, worrying. Dash, her ex, would surely have read her wedding announcement in the paper. Sonya had known that she and Dash would never make it in the long run. Quietly."She tugged me up and moved us to the edge of the bushes. If Carl woke up and looked our way he'd see us, no question. I grabbed Nancy."Are you kidding?" Ssh. Magda says he always does this. He's out for at least ten minutes or so."She kissed me and rubbed the front of my shorts."We'll have to work quickly, pal. You up for it?"Of course I was, and we did.Quickly, yeah, but there was enough time for me to eat Nancy to one orgasm, as she stifled herself with one hand and mauled a breast. 'A rub, Tom. Come behind me, and rub my back.''Yes, milady.'He stood behind her, and flexed his hands before laying them tentatively on her smooth white skin. Her perfume drifted up his nose, and as he began to rub her, rather unscientifically it must be admitted, the sensations he experienced caused his unruly part to wake from its slumber.'There is some oil on the table, Tom, ' Lady Astley informed him, pointing. 'Use a little.'He obediently tipped a little oil onto his hands, and resumed.