At Grosmont the Middlesbrough/Whitby line is joined by one owned by theNorth York Moors Heritage Railway. It was fascinating to see an oldsteam engine...puffing away on an adjacent platform.However, it soon became clear that the steam train had brought a largenumber of passengers to Grosmont, many of whom were determined to boardmy train. A very eccentrically dressed group of people started to fillup my carriage. There must have been about twenty of them; men andwomen, young and old. The common. She told me if this not get her husband to fuck the shit out of her she was thru with him. The man said he was ready and the woman started to suck my cock. I was streaming pre-cum like a man who had not had pussy for twenty years. The woman was not bad at cock sucking but I could tell she did not want to be doing it. After a minute or two the man directed me to eat her out which I did. Her pussy smelled good and she liked what I was doing as she got wet rather quickly. She was getting way. Ruth Dixon started “Here Comes the Bride,” she took her dad’s arm, stifled a giggle -- she’d grown up singing “big fat and wide” as the second line of that song, and processed at a stately pace. Independence UMC had a rather short aisle, but what there was they walked with dignity. Aside from David’s solo, and that was beautiful despite Mrs. Dixon’s accompaniment, the service was straight out of the service book.The reception, held in the church hall, was truly crowded. The ushers knew who. She had even said goodbye to her goldfish. There was nothing left to do but to get undressed, and since she was already down to nothing but socks, that didn’t take long.Her slender body now in the nude with only loose strands of her long auburn hair cascading over her large breasts like Eve in the garden, Carmen faced the monstrous potted plant that had been growing in the corner of her loft. Like a prop from Little Shop of Horrors, its single bud held upright on a thick stem was big enough to.