Next he slipped my stockinged feet inside a pair of six inch high, spike heeled ankle strap shoes. Fastening the shoes he then handed me a pair of lea...her look opera gloves, which I dutifully pulled over my painted nails and along the length of arms until the rested just past my elbows. As I was pulling the gloves into place, Hubby was placing a leather look thong with snaps on the front for quick removal. The thong material was very thin and as hubby pulled it into position the material. "I want some cock in me Barry. Please fuck me. Please." No sooner said than done. Barry put those fine long legs up on his shoulders and fed her some cock. Then he rammed it deep into her cooze. She squealed again, and told him to do it harder. He did. He was fucking so hard he could feel his cock bumping up against her cervix. And still she wanted it harder. So he thrust and thrust. He was feeling cunt fluids oozing out around her pussy lips and onto her thighs. Finally he came hard and pulled. Jennifer and Kara? The only words that came to mind were ‘nuclear explosion’ or ‘12.2 on the Richter scale’.“You’re fighting dirty!” I growled.“Pleasant dreams!” Jennifer smirked, turning to leave.She looked back, winked, blew me a kiss, and left the house. I stood there, stunned by the mental images, unable to even move.“Steve?” Kara asked, coming up behind me. “Is something wrong?”“My brain short-circuited, and I couldn’t move.”“A syncopal event?! Let’s get you sitting down and call Doctor. Second, you saw what just happened. You do not strike me as a stupid person. So it is safe enough to accept you to finish the ceremony." Thank you." I told him.Okay. Talk about no pressure.May God help me to say the right thing, lest I meet him face to face for saying the wrong thing.I moved to the spot next to the grave. "May the blessings of God be upon you." I made sure to say that last sentence as kindly as I could. The blessings of God are not meant to be forced upon anybody.Nobody started.