" Paula said as she stood in herstocking feet. The seamstress pinned the dress up and madesure the seams were straight. "How does the dress look?" I d...on't know why you choose pink over traditional white,but you look beautiful." The seamstress said with amouthful of pins."I have my reasons." Paula simply replied."You're going to turn some heads, that's for sure." Theseamstress simply added.As the day of the wedding got nearer, Ann and all the younggirls went to the salon. While most of the girls. I will forward tastefully written comments to them. Thanks for reading and especially, thanks to those who have donated to the Dave Thomas Foundation for adoption support.A couple weeks ago my husband’s long-time friend came to visit. They got into the single malt late one night and began reminiscing. One thing led to another and “Daniel” told him he’d been writing stories with an erotic twist to them for the practice and the feedback. “Michael” encouraged him to tell ours since he’d been so. ‘Mr. Sebastian, you are yummy!’ Mia whispered to herself and giggled. It had been a long time since a man had captured her interest like this. A very long time, indeed. She pressed her forehead against the glass and watched his lean body as he continued with his exercise. At one point, his hips rotated in a slow decidedly sensual gesture and Mia gasped as she felt her nipples tighten under the smooth material of the dress shirt and the flesh petals of her pussy moistened with arousal. She. .. baby! Shove that motherfucking cock into ME! Make me your slave bitch."I spread my feet wider and hooked my heels around the backs of his thighs while he reached under my back with both hands and grasped a fistful of my hair. I could hear moans and voices around me but I buried my face in his neck. I felt the pangs of my inevitable orgasm and my eyes fluttered and then opened wide in ecstasy. My mouth was stretched wide as if to scream but no voice came out. I looked around to see the.