I couldn’t help but imagine a pig eating out this babe’s pussy and ass from behind. I set up the camcorder and focused on Kayleigh’s face. She c...osed her eyes, and I couldn’t help again but notice that she was softly moaning. “This bitch is getting wet.” Vlad snorted “I knew you were a slut.” He jeered as he smacked her ass again. I was horny watching this scene. I walked up to her and presented my dick in front of her. She reached up for it and put it in her mouth and started sucking like the. .. Does that make sense?” She swallowed hard and her hand clamped around mine. Her hands trembled as she tightened her grip, trying to hide the raw emotions of what we had told each other. Again, we looked deeply at each other, both of us trying desperately not to be the first to break down into tears. We looked at each other, slightly strained smiles crossing our faces as we fought the compulsion to cry, which ultimately made us both start to chuckle. “I think we need more wine.” I announced. There’s obviously nobody upstairs!”“Yeah, that’s right!” said Nikki, joining in enthusiastically.The girls hatched their plan quickly, deciding that they would turn out the lights and Lauren would find the phone - Nikki thought she had seen it near the front door and the recent ringing seemed to indicate it somewhere near the front of the house. They also decided that the robes were too bright, and in the absence of any dark clothing, she would be safer naked.Stealthily, she climbed the stairs. The rules would have permitted her to marry at one of the (many) historical churches in Ipswich. Indeed, we could have married at the (partly Saxon and rather lovely) small church of Ss. Peter and Paul, Old Felixstowe. The Vicar was agreeable. But no, it was the 20th century building not far from the hospital.The bride wore white, but it was in no way a traditional wedding dress. I don't know a thing about style, but it was a mid-calf length garment which for me recalled the late 50s. In place.