I lived in a small coastal town on the outskirts of Cornwall, England, with nothing but beautiful countryside all around. I worked in a tourist gift s...hop and some of my art paintings were there for sale. I painted just nature of animals, sea, and countryside. I was a tomboy sort of as I didn't wear make up to get the attention of men and I didn't wear short skirts either. I just wore like denim dungarees majority of the time and wore my long straight brown hair in a loose hair bun. It was the. She couldn't help but feel a little jealous especially now that both of her sisters were now married and she herself at 33, was still single. It wasn't that Maureen wasn't pretty, she just hadn't found the right man yet to spend her life with. Factor in that standing at a statuesque 5'10" and a 139 lbs. it was hard to find a guy who was comfortable being the shorter of the couple. 'Don't worry Mo, I just know you'll be married soon too.' were the last words that her little sister said to her. ‘Let’s go then. I have something I want to show you.’ ‘I’m not sure if I should’ ‘Don’t worry, you can trust me. I want to take you to church,’ I said. ‘What?’ ‘Just come on, I promise you won’t regret it.’ She sheepishly agreed and followed me out of the museum. We took a short walk down Rue Sherbrooke and stopped in front of the Church of St. Andrew and St. Paul. ‘Here we are,’ I said. ‘And, why exactly are we here?’ she asked. ‘You’ll see,’ I said, as I placed my arm around her waist and. She grinned, waiting for the release that would cover her in hot, sticky cum for the big finale of their latest video. The man underneath her cried out as he came, and Chelle felt the hot, gooey fluid splashing against the walls of her womb. As if on cue, the man in her ass (she had no idea what his name was, nor did she care) slid out of her and the bed shifted as he moved around to join his other friend in front of her. The first man’s hand took the place of hers on his own cock and soon both.