"The inside of the mantle was hollow. There was what looked like a radio or a control panel with many switches and several operations booklets ... all...in English and some very old. Whatever it was it was on. The inside of the mantle began to glow."Hello? Hello? Are you there?" The giant flatscreen TV in the room was speaking to them. It was off ... the switch was OFF ... Hell, the damn thing was unplugged ... books are so much better than video ... but the TV was broadcasting."Hello? Edmond?. Let me start with a brief description of myself, Chahat Khanna, height 5’7″, fair complexion, big eyes.I have been blessed with 34 sized melons and a 24 inches waist carved on a base of 34 inches with a glowing milk tone. I will leave the rest up to you to imagine. Let me not bore you any longer and directly come to my wedding night sex story without wasting any more time of yours.Tired of my boring daily life and workload, I got really pissed off and wanted some time off for myself. I just. He could be inside her in seconds, thrusting triumphantly, feeling that glorious pussy around him. His cock jerked, a wet spot soaking through to the front of his shorts. No. Not yet.He knelt between her legs, to get the best possible view. “Run your fingers outside your pussy.”His heart was pounding. Her breath was coming as fast as a sprinter’s. “Touch your clit.”She had just enough control to stay quiet, but her sudden gasp was music to his ears.“Now finger it, the same way you fingered your. “Hey, you. What are you doing up so late?”“I was thirsty. What’s wrong?”“Nothing,” he said quietly.“Don’t lie, Dad. There’s something wrong. I can tell.”A long moment of silence followed. Then he sighed. “It’s lonely in my head,” he told her.Not understanding, Addison asked, “What do you mean, lonely?”He caressed her shoulder. “When you sit quietly, alone, your mind fills the silence with memories and thoughts. They float, glimpses of events, feelings, good or bad. They keep you company. I have.