Jam and I took communion as husband and wife. Then, Pastor Dean said, “I present to you, Missus Joycelyn and Mister James Madison, the Duchess and D...ke of Meuse.” We embraced and kissed.Our organist was a wonderful older woman who knew the instrument well. I knew it would do chimes as she chimed the hour every Sunday. I found that it would also do trumpets as she embarked upon a fanfare of trumpets that moved into the recessional. Jam held out his arm and I took it as we walked together to the. The day had been warm and thankfully devoid of weather so despite the late hour sunbeams stroked over white shirt to warm her pale skin. Her jacket had been left on one chair or another so she could soak up as much as she wished. She arched her back like a lazy kitten. The silhouette of ample chest was highlighted through shirt but Eddie was not about so such an action was as wasted as it was natural. Stocking clad legs slid against one another, pleasant friction teasing at bare thighs under. Ian says he’s going to make me cum all night; Mmmmm can’t wait to feel your huge cock inside me I reply.I can’t stop looking at this huge cock in front of me, I asked Ian if he new how big his cock was, 9 ½ Long and 6” in round He replied, it looks and feels fantastic, I replied.Ian tells me to lie on the bed, he spread my legs so he could lie between them, before going down on my pussy, I looked down to see him licking and sucking my swollen clit, he lifted my legs into the air and teased my. What was wrong with her boyfriend that her didn’t he tell her everyday? But maybe he was jumping to conclusions; just because he wasn’t fucking her properly it didn’t mean that he didn’t think she was beautiful. Maybe he had simply become obsolete. But her boyfriends feelings were none of his concern now they were together and alone at last, driving through little green lanes, speckled with light from where the trees tangled together above them, down mountain roads, towards the warm afternoon.