"You're right", she sniffled. "We can't call it off. It has to be today. It hurts and I'm not happy about it, but you get to wear the big dress and......migod!" What is it?" In the excitement I lost track of the time. My mother, the hair stylist, the make-up artist, the dress designer, the manicurist and everyone else who'll be getting me...getting you...ready will be here any minute. You'll need to get over to the small guest house as soon as you've freshened up."The gatehouse, stable, and. Pushing it into him as I’d walk past. Finally, having it before him, he returns the favour of torturing it. He smacks me again. I yelp. After this fresh assault on my arse, he kisses the hot red flesh of my rear and groans. “I’ve been waiting to do that since I first saw you, months ago.” He spreads my cheeks, and licks me from pussy to my lower back in one long swipe.Still milking Charlene, thumb and forefinger squeeze, hand rolls in, squeeze and pull. The rhythm is comforting, soothing.. The water wasn't running so I stripped in hall and waited until he had the chance to be under the water for a few minutes. I entered the room walked over to the shower and asked “Need help with those hard to reach places?” He poked his head out and stared at me. “You're wasting water. And time.” I rolled the door back. “My turn to look. I think I like what I see.” His was mocha, shade darker than his face due to his work. That same work had built a body obviously used to moving things. It moved. She tentatively pushed the tip of her tongue to the shorts and with a shudder, began sucking her own piss from them.Shaking with excitement, she stood, holding her gown about her narrow waist. The thick curls of her cunt glistened wetly, beads of piss clinging to the hair. She entered the hall this way, and moved quietly to her son's bedroom.Shoving the door open, she stood and looked in at him. His night light was on, his body outlined beneath the white sheet.She moved into the room and stood.