Think of our future!"Clete threw her onto his bed and glared drunkenly down at her. "These sheets are white enough for our wedding?" he snarled. "Godd...mn, Nancy girl, I need you! Clete needs you right now! I'm not going to hurt you, I said! You got to trust me - and I promise, I'll make it good for you... real good! You got to trust me, Baby! You understand, don't you?" Oh... oh, Clete... I'm afraid! We shouldn't... you know we shouldn't!" Nancy gasped, an uncontrollable tremor of excitement. I got past my wife and was about half way along the aisle when I saw the people at the end stand up. An older man was pushing past them. He seemed eager to get past me too. Even though I leaned back as much as I could to let him through he still barged into me in his haste to get by. In spite of that I paid him scant regard as the people in the row behind began to grumble their objections about their viewing being disturbed."Sorry, sorry," I mumbled to them as he elbowed his way past me. As I. He seemed to actually enjoy working on my secret garden with his bad boy equipment and I allowed him to wander all the way back to my tight little rear door to show me how skilled his tongue could reach into difficult to cover corners requiring oral attention.My legs were up so high in the air that I almost touched the ceiling and he constantly dug deep into my gut with his tongue to show me that no area was unreachable. I counted at least three separate orgasms before he even started to get. Sticking her in the back seat, I laugh out loud and say slut you have no idea what’s coming to you. Her weak attempts at trying to get free and her whimpers kept making me more and more excited. Finally we get back to my house; I open the door and grab her throwing her over my shoulder to take her inside. I take her to the basement and put her down on an old steel bed with a paper thin mattress I have for instances like this. As I walk around her I reach up grab a pair of scissors. I start.