. and... and glistening wetly! Had the African been sucking on her sister's breasts?Her hands rose and cupped her own pert apple sized breasts as she ...magined what it would feel like if they were sucked. But her thoughts were distracted by the sight of Ngorro holding her sister's legs wide apart while his head bobbed and moved over her sister's open loins! One of her hands dropped between her own legs at the thought of being licked 'down there' sent her feverish imagination going.She looked at. "Don't be. If you weren't this way, then maybe, you wouldn't be you. Right? And, I like the you that I know. If you weren't in this whole situation, who's to say that you'd even like me?" Stacy confesses. Becca wraps her arms around Stacy in a loving hug. Stacy melts in the girl's embrace. Oh my goodness her hair smells lovely. "Of course I would! Ever since the first time I saw you looking at me at the restaurant, I knew l'd like you!" Becca sings. Stacy blushes. "You knew I was looking at. The wedding march began. I never liked the song—I’d never been a big fan of Richard Wagner—though I did appreciate the tradition, I supposed.Everyone looked back down the center aisle. The bride, escorted by Owen, was smiling as she came down the aisle. Owen was smiling and looking around and acknowledging the assembled throng. He spotted me, and stopped cold in his tracks. He whispered something to Sarah. Her head snapped around. She smiled and nodded. The big man came around to where I was in. I didn’ttouch her, however. I didn’t want to set the clock goingagain. I crawled up behind her… and grabbed my cock.The clock started again.I slid into her asshole, but it was not easy. It tooktwenty seconds, and she was moaning like a dying manpleased to die. Once fully embedded, I began a slow inand out motion. Ten seconds later, spurred on by herrising voice, I was fucking her like a madman. My bodyfelt more alive than it ever had did. I was banging mymother’s lover.