How dyou like the taste your own fuck juice then? He had seen on the beside table a short thick unused candle. Taking it in one hand he scooped up so...me of the slime that still coated her face with other. When he began smearing it over her arsehole she began to realise, with a muffled moan of protest, what he was going to do. He folded her legs over her head then holding them tight to control her struggles he slowly began to bugger her with the candle, Mmmhhmmphhffhh! she snorted while she. "Embrace it..."I drifted towards sleep, the comforting feeling of emotion running through me. For a moment I felt a fearful thought of what might happen if Julie got pregnant. The thought of losing Lesley forever ran through my mind, only to be pulled away by a sound of a female cry of pleasure.The dreams I had that night were some of the most intense I'd ever had in my life. I kept seeing Lesley, full and in color. Not the random images that had been running through my head; flashes of color. The driver lost no time in positioning himself behind her, then he thrust the full length of his dick right up her!Phyllis moaned loud and long, and I nearly shot my load there and then. I had to slow down my own stroking to stop me from cumming too soon.The young man wasn't wasting any time. Gripping my wife's hips, he pounded her cunt like his life depended on it. Phyllis was tossing her head, moaning and gasping as his meaty cock ploughed into her. She was slipping back until just her head. ”“All the better to show off.”“God, she’s hot in that dress.”“Steady, girl.”“But I want her so bad.”“You’ll get her.” I reached for her hand and squeezed it. “But not until the proper time.”I scanned the near empty church; my parents sat on the groom’s side; Kim’s of course were on the bride’s side. My sisters were there as well, with their husbands. My family had a slightly dazed look but otherwise smiled. They were happy but confused. Much like me, but in their own way and for their own.