Dawn reached down and held onto Buffy's head. She wanted her s*ster to fuck her right there and right then.Buffy began to lick the cookie dough off Da...wn’s pussy lips, umm it tasted sweet and soft and warm. So good mixed with the warm, wet juices dripping out of her s*ster's hot, young pussy."Umm," Buffy was loving this. She felt so hot and so turned on by the taste and feel of her s*ster's pussy on her lips, and tongue.She continued to lap up the cookie dough, and the hot juices, swallowing. I guess it was just that I'd been admiring herlegs for the past few months subconsciously and I think I could tell youall the shoes I've seen her in.That's kind of weird, as I don't have a foot fetish or anything likethat, but I did tell her how I thought that her legs were sexy and toldher I'd imagined keeping my hands on her sock with my right hand as myleft hand felt up under her skirt and started feeling around near herpersonal parts. Maybe I do have a foot fetish; I have to think on. She was 'given away' – for the second time – by her father, Alan Gardiner while her mother, Sarah, sat with tears streaming down her cheeks. When Alan sat next to her, she whispered, "I was such a fool before..." Hush," he replied, "water under the bridge. You're here this time ... just enjoy it."It would be a toss-up who was the more nervous among the men. John Shepherd, marrying Amy at last, had to work at preventing his knees from knocking. His Best Man ... well, he'd had a problem deciding,. Chrissy was a sophomore at the college I'd recently graduated from, and we'd hooked up in one of the college bars I still frequented on the weekends. We hit off pretty well, and we were dating steady within a couple of weeks. She had the first futon I'd ever seen in my life, and while she lived in a pretty cool two-bedroom apartment, she was still sharing it with three other girls. That meant she had a roomie sleeping just a few feet away. My place was a serious dump, so I was sleeping there.