’ ‘Well, in your fantasy do you do anything to those giving the massage, like stroking their hard cocks?’ I asked. She hesitated, thinking about... it. ‘I’m not sure, I don’t think so, but I might.’ My own cock began to stir at our discussion and I was soon rock hard again. I slid my hand down her body and cupped her mound and my fingers slid into her dripping pussy. ‘MMMMM, it looks like the thought may be agreeable to you.’ I said as I slipped two fingers into her tight pussy. She moaned, and. The big room had its own bathroom. Ezgi took a shower and was completely awake. He went to the kitchen and poured water on the stove. They would have a coffee and sit in the garden.Haktan was in the bathroom of the house, without seeing his Ezgi, he quickly ran to his room and got dressed. He came to Khan, who was sitting in the garden of the house. Ezgi left the boiling water and went to their side and started a conversation. While talking about the wedding, Ezgi rose up, but Khan said “stop,. "What do you think about these? And what should I wear under them - do I need pantihose?" They will be lovely. You'll look amazing in them. No pantihose, just that sexy grey underwear if our laundry's back." saying this I got up and headed off to shower and shave myself.Mom was dressed and seated in front of the mirror when I came out of the shower and she looked me over closely, her gaze lingering on my cock and balls, as I selected and stepped into fresh underpants. Casual grey slacks and an. On this occasion the old adage... ‘If things can go wrong they will’ ... proved completely groundless. Apart from the brief encounter with the anti-nudism group nothing else that day came along to spoil the event - from the march down the aisle to the final waves of ‘goodbye’ as Bryce and Glenda headed off for their honeymoon after the evening’s celebrations of dancing and eating and maybe just a little bit too much wine - everything went just so memorably well.One of those ‘memorable moments’.