No, I do NOT want a wheelchair. I shall walk to him just as I did before. Just give me your arm, as my own father did as he walked me down the aisle. ...I must walk to him.”Sally wanted to run, to rush to her father’s side, to be with him, to not let him be alone but she knew it was pointless to protest. Her mother was so stubborn when she wanted to be. It had taken them well over an hour since the phone call. She was sure they were now too late. She took her mother’s arm in her own and they. The situation that Jagger was speaking about made no sense. If his words were true her husband had abandoned her and their children, her world was crumbling around her. Nothing made sense and she began retreating into her own mind, she didn't even hear the upstairs toilet flush. “I don't know where would he go? Why would he go? He wouldn't, no, NO! He wouldn't do that!” coming back to her senses, denial pored out of her mouth, “MY husband is a good man! He wouldn't leave us! And how do YOU. It was obvious she’d been playing with herself before Han awoke.“That mouth of yours has been getting you out of trouble your whole life. No reason that should stop now. Get to work, bitch!”She pushed her glans through the front of his lips and pulled his face forward firmly. Her grip on his hair tightened as inch after inch of hot, musky penis tunneled into his mouth; expanding the ring of his taut lips. Leia managed to get only a third of her fearsome length into his warm, moist cavern before. She edged sideways towards the lawn so Freddie made way and stepped back. She fled onto the lawn while her uncles struggled to repack their instantly softening cocks.“Oh, er,” Mark’s anxious voice came to them.“Oh. Hi Mark,” gasped Lara.“I heard screaming,” Mark explained himself.“We were just larking around.”“Oh. Okay. Sorry.” Mark was turning already, heading back towards the house. “Just wanted to be sure you were okay, you know...” he finished over his shoulder.“Thanks,” said Lara.“Looks.