Or trying not to... as I standat the back of the modest-sized reception hall in my high heels andbridal veil, clutching a colorful bouquet and trying... to hide my big,bouncy breasts behind it.Because all I have on is those heels, the veil, and a lacy white garterhigh on my smooth thigh. And of course that awful cock-lock! Thumb cuffsare attached to it, trapping my hands at my crotch, and I crouch forward,trying to shield my shapely hooters behind the bouquet, nude, embarrassedand blushing all. And it wasn’t the so-so blow job that Linda was giving me that held me back. I didn’t want to cause a scene, and, most of all, I was afraid Tina wouldn’t stop if I asked her to. By now, Tina’s legs were wide-spread and Jason was in position, with his monster-cock poised at the entrance to my wife’s obviously wet cunt. Linda looked up from my prick and said, ‘He measures just over f******n inches long and just over seven inches around. Magnificent, isn’t it? Don’t worry about little Tina, he’s. My hand covered a breast, the other fondled her opening, my lips nursed her clit, and I made love to my mother; loved her body and soul until she cried out, bucking wildly in the throes of orgasm. Even after Mom's climax had peaked and waned, I continued to lightly kiss her vulva, keeping her pleasure simmering while she recovered. She enjoyed it, too -- crooning contentedly as I nuzzled her now matted pubes, savoring the thick, luscious taste and aroma of cunt. Finally she touched my shoulder.. .. There, a reflection.A pained cry burst from me. I turned away and despite everything it wasHazel's shoulder I buried my face in, shaking with hurt. "Stop it! Stopit!" I wailed into her blouse.She laughed, I thought her mean, that she didn't care about my distress,but when she spoke again she sounded only Christmas morning excited."There, I told you, oh Kitty... Look, have a look!"It had to have been a trick of the light, could I make myself look again?I peeped, with just one eye - like a TV.