You _are_ lovely!" I wish Ashley could have been here," the bride said wistfully.The bridesmaid laughed. "So do I. And I know she really wanted to ...behere. It wasn't her fault that her babies decided to arrive two weeksearly." With her nice, round, _pregnant_ belly, she'd have fit in perfectly witha lot of our friends from the clinic!"The bridesmaid laughed at the mental image. "She wanted a loving husbandand her own babies. It looks like she got her fairy-tale ending." I don't know about. At first Aunt Delia pulled back in shock, then she kissed me back, opening her lips so our tongues could joust. I became very aware of the soft, warm breasts crushed against my chest and Aunt Delia's natural redhead aroma, and suddenly my traitorous cock sprang to erection, forcing its way between our pressing crotches.Aunt Delia broke away from me, breathless, with a strange look in her eyes."I'd better drive you home," I mumbled.Aunt Delia looked like how I imagined Claire would look in 15-20. He slowly begins to thrust into me slowly at first...back and forth, first shallowly then deeply, gradually Sir started thrusting faster holding me by my hair his hand gripping my breast hard enough to bruise my pale white skin, Sir's thrust lifting me from my toes with the powerful force, Sir's long thick cock pushing past my cervix and into my womb where he empties his potent cum, yelling out at his release. I screamed and shook, collapsing against him... totally weak and on the verge of. Oh, good…there’s my harp. Did they tune it when they dropped it off?” She shrugged her shoulders so I pulled up a chair and played a few notes, grimacing almost immediately. I pulled a set of tuning forks from my backpack and set about tuning up. It didn’t take long—not much longer than I’d usually spend on my guitar or mandolin. I had just finished tuning when I began to play—nothing special--just a few exercises. Looking right at Steffi I began my first glissando. Over and over the.