My wife. Now it’s my wedding night. We are in the farmhouse that is now to be our home. It definitely needed work. I wait in the master bath. She as...ked me for some privacy to ready for our consummation. Odd, but I had agreed. “Husband. I am ready.” She called. Naked I step into the large bedroom. Dominated by the big four post bed. She lay on her back. Above the covers, but below a sheet. Her outline certainly enticing. She had a medium build. Pleasantly soft, with some obviously large. Here’s a special glass, for a special lady,” he said, with a tone that he hoped had sent shivers down her spine. She accepted and tipped back the drink in one go, keeping her eyes on him the whole time. He felt his level of arousal go up a notch under her seductive gaze. He couldn’t help his roving eyes from taking in her gorgeous body, which was clad in the finest silk evening gown. And there it was; a genuine, dirty, gorgeous smile. StarterElisabeth Brimley hated being dragged along to her. Amy sat up on the stool and hooked her legs over the arms of the stool, still kissing Emma as she fingered her wet pussy. She slide two of her fingers deep inside her wet hole and then fed them into Emma’s wanton mouth. Watching her suck and licked the juice from her fingers before she dropped to her knees again.Amy’s pussy was begging to be devoured, and she leant back and thrashed her hair back as Emma’s tongue retuned to her juicy pussy. She lapped away at the juices and kissed and sucked. "Three weeks later, I was 'Deflowered'. My date asked me, "Are you'resure I am not your first?"I had to say, "You are my first. It has to be you who has string ofgirls."Both Anne and Amy taught me to keep a man or a boy happy by praise orego strokes. They taught me how to control men by learning what buttonsto push and when.Anne said, "Dorothy, you are ready for men."Three weeks later, Anne set up dates for all of us. They were allmembers of my unit. Frank Smith, who was my date asked, "Are you.