The flowers were received with thanks and a kiss, but not perhaps with the passion he had hoped for, though he put that down to the visitor. He was as...ed by the post-woman, always a gossip, about the navy, and so on, then the coffee drunk she took her leave, the little red van trundling away leaving mother and son, to sort their differences. After a big chunk of humble pie, she slowly thawed, though he knew he needed to watch his step. Indoors once more she put the flowers in water, smiling. He told her he wanted to Fuck her pussy, he took his cock in hand guided it into her cunt from behind, once inside her he grabbed her chunky hips to start fucking her once again he was taking it nice and slow Mandy was having none of it as she started backing her ass into his cock meeting his thrusts, he started picking up the pace, she spread her legs wider I could see her Ass shaking every time he plowed his dick into her. Mandy's orgasm started building again as he grabbed her hair, she. I ought to have known that, darling. You poor dear, you have missed so much over the years. I shall keep you right, my love.”Frances got the girls together, and they planned out the commitment ceremony they wanted. Each contributed part of the procedure, and they agreed on almost every suggestion.The central part of the event they were certain about. Reg would say, “I, Reginald Robertson, hereby commit my life to my loves: Erika Platts, Frances LeBrun, Freda Dangerfield, and Prudence Gower.. Iblushed. I was dressed in a summery frock with flowers on it, my lips andtoenails were a dark maroon, my ears had these pretty silver clip-on hoopsand Sonya held the other end of the rope that tied my wrists in front.She suddenly pulled me roughly, forcing me to stumble and put my boundhands on her breasts as she held me and gave me a long wet kiss, her headon top of mine even as I parted my lipsticked lips for her tongue."So, you still think I am vanilla, slavegirl," she asked."No mistress,".