The mirror was tall as she was so that she could see herself fully in it. She looked beautiful that day. Why shouldn’t she? All brides look beautifu... on their wedding day. Her dress was of the purest white with a bell hoop skirt that came out from her waist and slowly went down to the floor in a bell shape. The top slowly dipped down in a slight curve so that it slightly showed off her wonderful cleavage. The sleeves were hanging off her shoulders. Roses adorned the little white bands of the. Her moans filled my ears, and the sight of her body writhing and arching was a sexual smorgasbord to my eyes.*Our walks became a feature of our days. We always maintained social distancing rules and stayed six feet apart. Our voyeuristic masturbatory sessions became our life’s focus.One day Angela said, “I do wish we could see each other at a closer distance. I would love to see cum spurting from your cock. We are too far from each other for me to see that clearly.”“That can be fixed,” I said.. He didn't pause, simply laughed in her face. "What the fuck do you think you're gonna do? Kill me?" He grabbed her wrists and pushed back on them, guiding the tip of her weapon towards her own chest. "It would be smart to let go now, Liz." His cock punched her insides like a fist, knocking the wind out of her and with it her resolve. She kept her hands around the handle and shook her head in denial. He pressed the tip into her chest, piercing the skin barely. "I was gonna keep you, Liz. My. So let’s come to the story. First time we met was that her mother was not well in the early morning and she came for help from us. Me and my friends took her to the hospital and from thereafter we started to mingle with her. But apart from my friends I used to more mingle with her. Then we started chatting in FB and then in whatsapp. She liked my company actually. Then slowly our conversation started to change to non veg but we haven’t crossed our limit.One weekend evening I went to her flat..