This was confirmed at the social evening that turned out to be effectively the first date. I had seen the photos she posted of herself in varying stat...s of undress and followed her chatting way on the group page. Her body was so inviting, with curves in the right places and very well proportioned in the essential areas. That reminds me, I should play roulette based on her vital statistics and see if her body delivers as much as it promises. I wonder where the hell she is, she says she likes. Aside from letting out a tiny snore, questionably disguised as a cough during the lull after communion, and holding up the sign of peace handshake chain by gripping on to Brunette’s tiny paw with my big sweaty one for a tad too long, I’ve survived the service. Being the gentleman I like to pretend I am, I step back to allow Brunette to exit the pew before me, quickly blocking the escape of her two baldy buddies who try to slip out behind her. Reaping my reward I enjoy the view of her pert. "Uh... if I win, you get to buy me another something like whatever this is; if I don't guess, I'll give you a big kiss. And you get a kiss for this present anyway." Oh, yeah, just like all you girls," he said, laughing a bit ruefully. "Doesn't cost you anything, but I'll have to fork out if I lose. Well, okay. Can you guess?" Oh, don't rush me," she said, jiggling on his knee, feeling his bones through the thin dress against her rump. She moves a bit closer to him up his thigh and wriggled back. I won’t desert you. Lick his dick. Do the cockhead first." He heard his bride say. It was like he was in a dream. He'd never her talk that way. The minister's giant staff was less than three inches from Cecil's lips. He saw his bride's pink lipstick smeared on the long shaft of hard meat and groaned in anguish at what he had to do. He got a third stronger shock to his balls which caused him to lurch forward involuntarily with an open mouth. His reaction seemed what was needed, because.