Mila couldn’t make her mind up whether she wanted to marry or not. I think she preferred the idea of living in sin. I didn’t push her.We held the ...wedding at a country house hotel in Devon. There was a winter storm the day before. The next morning was crisp, but bright winter sunlight caused the stained glass windows of the private chapel on the ground to cast the interior in a riot of colors. As it was a private chapel, the ceremony was conducted by the hotel’s chaplain.Sally’s father walked. Her figure was sleek; she had a taught fantastic body that willed men to follow, and I was no exception. She was a brunette, her hair tied in a ponytail, with black volleyball shorts that clung to her voluptuous cheeks, featuring her ass so well. She wore a tight red shirt, and as I came right beside her, I noticed her fantastic chest complementing her body well. I also noticed that she was mature, in her late thirties, where I was only in my early twenties. Now normally I would leave it be,. "How?" I don't know," she giggled nervously and Lisa might have been a little scared. All I knew was that if she didn't let go of my dick pretty soon, I was gonna cum all over hand instead of inside her ass."How about like ... butter?" I asked her seriously and Lisa laughed at me. "What? I'm serious."Butt. Butter. It seemed pretty logical to me, but I'll admit that I just wanted to fuck and that had been the first thing to pop into my head."You wanna do it in the kitchen?" she grinned at me.. “Ooh, that's nice. That's real nice. I like that. I like that a lot. Mm, you're just pounding me so hard, aren't you?”“Yeah,” she moaned, thrusting away at me. My daughter fucked me with passion. She buried to the hilt in my pussy again and again. I couldn't believe how good this was. It was so much better than anything I had ever experienced. I whimpered and moaned, my pussy squeezing down around her cock. Oh, yes, that was wonderful.Her cock plunged in and out of my snatch. Every time she.