The wedding is tonight. I am all dressed up, waiting for him to come. He will arrive any moment now. All preparations are done, everything is in order... my family is out there attending the guests, and I just can not wait to be with the love of my life. I met Vikas an year ago. I had been living in Canada for 5 years, before I decided to move back to India. I had got a job in a big IT firm, before I shifted back to my country. Vikas was supposed to be my boss, and he was the one who interviewed. My mom and I had our breakfast and a little casual talk. After some time, I went inside my room, laid on my bed, and thinking about the task. I was wondering how she is going to ask me to take my clothes off in front of her.I can see my mom sitting on the sofa and thinking very deeply about the task. After some time, my mom entered the room and sat beside me. She had a little casual talk with me.Nancy: Honey, are you taking good care of you in the hostel?Me: yes, mom.Nancy: I don’t think so.Me:. I cum hard, arching my back and letting out a long slow moan as it washes over me and rocks my body back and forth. You stroke hard trying to match your orgasm with mine and cum right after me squirting your hot cum onto my stomach, just above my pubic line gasping as you squeeze every last drop out of your pumping balls. You lay down beside me as I pull the toy from inside me and begin to lick on it tasting my cum, and your tongue joins mine. Together we lick the toy clean and then you take. ‘Wait a second,’ he said to himself, ‘a young man wearing a yellow shirt and a red beret… Oh Hell! Not yet!’ Arthur saw the scene unfold, unable to stop it. The French tourist backed up against the knee-high rail, fumbled with a disposable camera, flailed dramatically, fell off the bridge, splashed into the water and screamed for help. The swift current pushed him out into the lake. Arthur sprinted toward the commotion swearing under his breath. ‘Damn it, I’m not even ready…’ Then just as he.