.bad," she coos.You stop.She whines, pushing her pussy towards your face. "Don't stop!!!" But you said it was bad," you joke, only sliding a fingertip... across her wet lips."I don't care," she whines, grinding herself on your hand. You reach up, undo her shirt, and unclasp her bra. She pretends to cover herself, but you kiss her stomach and gently remove her arms from hiding her breasts. Her pink nipples are hard, and you pull her shirt to bring her closer to you. Rubbing her pussy through her. It was around 2pm.They gave tips to the security men. They were looking at me. It took 5 minutes to reach their entrance. I was feeling embarrassed but simultaneously liking the experience walking nude in front of seven eight men. Suddenly one of my friends kicked on my ass and I felt down. He took away my bra and ordered me to crawl like a bitch. My boobs were swinging. They were continuously kicking me on my back and my boobs with their boots. Instead of crying for help I enjoyed the moment.. "Don't go to sleep on me!" she muttered, so I gave her a few real hard thrusts and she gasped, "Oh, mind my baby," she said, I forgot she was pregnant, "Our baby!" she said, and she wrapped her legs round me "Our baby!" she repeated.She looked quite pretty when she smiled, although I couldn't quite see what she had to smile about unless being fucked in public was her thing, which to be honest I doubted.She seemed bemused when I handed her my shirt, "Put it on for the wedding pics." I suggested,. No Chris, no Luther, no Malcolm, just Jill and Dave. And secondly, let’s just focus on our kids, on John and Becky. No distractions.”I love Jill to bits. More even than before these crazy last few months. Her only annoying habit at that moment her need to have the last word. As she kissed me back in unspoken agreement with my suggestion. Whispering in my ear only three words. “And no Veronica.”****The rehearsal wasn’t as chaotic as I expected, testament to the organizing skills of Becky’s mum..