"Just like that boy up at Wilsford," she said sadly. "I thought those wicked murders would have finished when they hung Ragged Robin."I asked what she...meant, and she explained that there had been a spate of similar murders in the area about eighteen months ago; the last murder was of a beggar boy in Devizes. A local rag picker, Ragged Robin, had been found with a bloodstained knife, and a locket that had belonged to the young boy, given him when his mother had breathed her last in the work. Myself and John sat for another 10 minutes or so before I said I was nipping out to the garden shed to get more beers.Unknown to him, I had parted the blinds slightly when we came home as I thought something like this might happen.I quietly crept out of the back door on to our patio, and had a clear view of where my wife was sitting sleeping.In no time at all, John was over beside her, and slowly lifter her hand a few inches and dropped it on her lap. He was obviously testing if she was asleep. He seemed groggy, but obediently got up and followed her. Danni was awake and watching me. I felt proud of the fact that I had taken Daddy's prick in my mouth and made it hard. My itching nipples brought me back to the more pressing concern. I let his cock slip out of my mouth and knelt astride him, leaning forward so he could nuzzle and suck my boobs.He needed no instruction, taking one into his mouth at once. Danni reached over and began to play with the other one and suddenly the itch was. . and it did ... and it did it ever. We discarded the sheet and blanket several hours later so we could sleep on dry sheets and blankets.Once I was convinced that Abby was completely exhausted AND I had done everything within my power to make her wedding as special as possible, she floored with a request.“I’ve not told you everything about my first wedding night, Mark. You remember that I told you about Daniel doing it twice before he fell asleep and started snoring? Well ... that’s completely.