The last kiss never ended, I just allowed my lips to part and the head to slide between them. Edward moaned and I hummed, the joint melody like in the... opening bars of a marvelous symphony of delight. We were there. This was the sex that I craved. I felt the rubbery pressure of his cock pressing into the roof of my mouth. I rubbed my tongue along the underside, licking and tasting his essence. My lips parted as they slid down the length of him, and I sucked his fleshy morsel deeper into my. Seizing an opportunity to explore my panty fetish a little further, I found myself plunging the stretchy crotch of Louise's over-sized panties deeply into her juicy little pussy. I swished my fingers about inside her vagina but when a whimper emerged from her lips, I realized that perhaps she didn't relish the coarse sensation of the nylon agitating her vulva the way I did. I decided to keep that special little perversion just for myself from then on. I studied Louise's expression and. I stripped down to my underwear and caught her looking me up and down before she told me that she though I had a nice body that she was going to explore every inch of, well, when she said that I could have had an orgasm there and then! I turned for her to unhook my bra and when she did she slipped her hands under my arms and cupped both my boobs with them, rolling my nipples with her fingers while she kissed my neck. By this time my knickers were ridiculously wet and my breathing was all over. Isabelle was in the morning room, resplendent in her wedding dress. The designer Daphne Yoo, and her wardrobe assistants were fussing over her with needles and scissors, making last minute alterations. Martin was there as well, smiling and getting in the way. They all said “Hi,” as he walked in.“Where’s your mother?” he asked Isabelle casually. “She’s gone up to her room to rest,” Isabelle replied. “She was pretty jet-lagged. She should be much better by the evening. Martin, be a doll and.