There was no way Julie could forget how she got pregnant, nor could her conscience be subdued. However, the increasing closeness between her and Glen ...nd the wholehearted eagerness with which he anticipated the baby made it much easier to live with what she had done. The result of her actions was something that Glen considered wonderful; that helped a lot.One of the obvious things that had drawn Julie to Glen in the first place was the sharp contrast between him and her father. Vince had never. As she drew closer, the feeling of dread grew. Why was she so immaculate? Why was she so clean? There was not a spot on her, not a single fleck of semen, not a hair out of place -- at least, as far as I could tell, since her head was hidden under a shroud. A fucking shroud?? What was this, the sixteenth century? Who wears a shroud to a wedding? And why was no-one getting up to use her? Why was she allowed to walk towards the altar completely unspoiled? It wasn't respect for the sanctity of. I have been waiting for a cock to fill my pussy and his seemed to be fitting in nicely. I was happy, it hit deep inside of my cunt. I leaned over, fucking him as he would raise his hips to meet my pussy. He had my ass jiggling and bouncing up and down him. As I sat up to ride him, he grabbed my tits. I liked how, he would shake his hands over my cupped breasts...the way his palms hit my nipples made my breathing quicken. I began to think about what I wanted and needed from him......He threw my. She caressed the spot and I exploded again, my head spinning with excitement. Reaching under the pillow I found the new toy and, turning it in on low, rubbed it against her pussy. She laughed, wriggling back on it.“Put it inside me, fuck me my love” she whispered.It slid in past her beautiful lips and into her love tunnel. Her opening closing around it in a vice like grip. She rocked her hips against and started to moan. I kept it at that speed for a while, probing and teasing but when I heard.