“Let’s get you down to bed, Will,” Mary Beth said after a minute or two. “I’ve called Margaret Sleigh, she’s on her way around now to see ...ou.”I was aware of them helping me to stand up and led me down the stairs to my room; I was unable to do anything as Traci and Mary Beth undressed me and got me into my bed. Traci sat with me, holding my hand as I cried. Nothing seemed to make sense, it was all some terrible nightmare, perhaps I hadn’t woken up, I was still asleep. Margaret was in my room,. The story begins like this, I had been to a function with my parents there I met a lady she must be around 45 but I must say she does not like she is her 40’s she looked like she is 30yrs old, I was drinking juice then that lady dropped in giving a hi and told are you from the guy’s side and I said yes. Later I came to know that she is the bride’s mother and I was like awesome. I was very close to the girl’s family and they had a very good opinion about me and my family. I usually don’t talk to. I'd never met Chuck. I'd seen him only once when her car wouldn't start and he came to our house to fetch her. She'd rushed out and then hopped into his car so quickly I caught only a glimpse. It wasn't reassuring. Wide shoulders, square-jawed, an easy grin. Once she was seated alongside he'd turned to kiss her with such possessive self-assurance that my stomach clutched. I couldn't tell for sure, but I could imagine that she kissed him back ferociously, her arms pulling his face into. By this point he had her shirt halfway up, so she pulled it the rest of the way off while he admired the view her arching back provided, and then he began to gently caress and tweak her breasts, which sent pleasant tingles to her pussy as she continued to rub it against his crotch.This went on for a few minutes as their breathing got heavier, but eventually Amy’s vagina reminded her of how empty it was, and her thoughts became more and more focused on getting that hard cock into her soft,.