The five women cluttered one of the rooms in Tom’s large house with their sewing. Apparently the wedding and bridesmaids dresses, from local charity...shops, only needed simple alterations. The costumes for the Halloween reception had to be made from lengths of material.Why? Those coming to the Halloween reception would be just ten. The men would be Tom, me, and the three builder husbands. The women would be Nicola, Tamara, Anja, Dvina, and Sanja, two brides and three bridesmaids.We didn’t have. Her tongue tasted his, stroking, joining together in a slow, erotic dance of sorts that was all about sensation, feeling. Pulling her to him, he pulled back just a little bit to look at her. Her eyes locked with his, seeing the dark passion in them. 'Oh shit, that is so sexy… amazing how I manage to not ever cuss out loud,' she thinks. He bit his lip. 'Don’t do that, it does things to me…' He pulled her body tightly to him, pushing Sandra against the wall of her garage, and she could feel his. Without a second thought, he thrust his cock into my mom. My mom’s wet pussy engulfed his cock without a hiccup. My dad smiled and said, “aaj teri chut suja dunga” (Today I will bang you hard and make your pussy swell). And my mom was ready.With a mischievous smile she said, “toh phir intezaar kis baat ka hai?” (so what are you waiting for?). My dad laughed and grabbed my mom’s hair and started banging her from behind. He was hard and fast. It looked like he was in a mood to punish his naughty. "I guess. I just hope that school is good. I mean, what if the schools here are totally different than the ones that are in Paris?"She speaks in French. When we are around our parents, they usually like us to speak in English, but when we are alone, we speak in French and a tiny bit of English."What do you mean?" I mean like, what if they have learned things already that we haven't? And what if we are not popular?" I wouldn't worry about those things Adrienne, okay?" I loop the elastic around.