My private ‘love-hole’ – I wish I could view it in a mirror. Alas my layers of fat prevent me from so doing. Yet my fingers have never had a pro...lem exploring the inner recesses in its totality. My therapist has called my name but… I am off in my own world as I part the lower lips of my body to touch ever so gently and stroke with little flicks of my finger to access that teeny button of ultimate joy, make contact with the most sensitive part of me physical being – my clit. My. It was time to BARE her BOTTOM! She hated this almost as much as Jess hated dressing up in girls' underwear; it was so juvenile, so embarrassing, so utterly degrading."No, Mummy, no, noooooooo!!" she begged in keening, frantic tones, "don't make me take them down, spank me over my panties, please Mummy, you don't know how awful it is for me, please don't -" You GET those PANTIES down NOW!!"Groaning in utter humiliation, Jessica doubled over from the hips, flipping her dress over her back like a. The guys on the other side joined in and I could hear them shouting to me about the size of my cock and the fact that I liked licking spunk from Helen's pussy. Helen took it very well and even called back to them, saying that they were only jealous. This only encouraged the guys and they started off again, shouting to Helen that they could give her what she was obviously missing with me, a good fucking. I wished the ground would open up for me. It was bad enough having all your mates hear your. We figured anything to keep her happy would be to our benefit.The day of the wedding came and everything went smoothly. We made the rounds to each table after the ceremony, with Jessica dreading Heather’s corner, but finally, we had to go over.Heather very politely shook Jessica’s hand and congratulated her. She introduced herself as an old friend of Aaron’s as if the conversation on the phone had never taken place. She gave no sign of having spoken to her at all. She gave me a brief, friendly.