He was the luckiest guy in the world. He was married to the most beautiful woman in the world and had found love again.The minutes passed slowly, but ...soon enough he heard Bailey approach. He turned his head and saw his bride standing in the doorway.His cock jerked in his pants. His eyes got wide. His heart started to pound.Illuminated in the soft glow of the candles, Bailey had changed into his dream wedding dress. She wore a white cupless corset. Her breasts were exposed for him to see, their. The sudden rattling of her letterbox had her glancing at the clock on the wall, even as she scrambled off the sofa. Now who on earth would be knocking on her door at nine o’clock in the evening… Marcus of course! ‘Oh… just a second!’ she closed the door briefly so that she could take the safety chain off, and then pulled the door wide. ‘Do come inside.’ ‘He looks tired,’ was her first thought as she took his coat. ‘How is your father doing? Can I get you a drink… have you eaten recently?’ He. Watching his eyes she wrapped her hand around his engorged cock and began moving her hand up and down his shaft. Finding it a little difficult she spotted and used a bottle of sun tan oil and lubed up her hand. Now she beganmasturbating him rapidly jacking him off. She was getting turned on this was obvious from her hard nipples and heavy breathing. As he neared ejaculation she did not see his eyes open and his hand move towards her groin. He grabbed her crotch and squeezing painfully she. Paula lay back on the countertop, staring at the ceiling, her eyes and mouth opening and closing in silent appreciation as Ned worked her soft flesh. Her hands roamed to his scalp. Ned’s head bobbed and weaved, moving his face side to side and up and down. She locked her ankles as her ass vibrated in Ned’s captive hands. Suddenly, Paula’s hands scooted to grip the counter edges. Her body locked ridged as her orgasmic wail filled the kitchen setup. Ned stayed in character until he felt her.