At least now she had stopped crying."Mistress, who were they?" I asked, finally.She gave me an odd look."Don't you know? Our enemies are monsters in t...e shape of men: bitter and angry psychopaths who hate the Goddess and her followers. In truth we have sometimes taken harsh revenge against them too, but nothing like the things they did. Murder isn't in the Goddess' nature."That bitch Number One said she would keep us safe, and she lied. She had the power to protect us, and she didn't use it. I. First, it was now quite clear that the child was, in fact, the only bridesmaid — the maid of honor, he supposed. The best man, on the other hand, was almost a carbon copy of the groom: six feet three, about 225 pounds with sun-streaked brown hair. Then the congregation took seats while an older priest climbed up to the pulpit.When Simon learned who the bridesmaid was he was astounded. The priest, incredibly, put Barbara in the same category. Then he learned that the groom and the best man were. About 20 minutes later Dean returned looking flushed and smelling of sex, to his credit he looked sheepish and did not accept the offer of high fives from the black boys, he turned to me and asked if I were ok, I replied with what I hoped would be a confident sounding Yeah Sure but it didnt sound that good to me, I then watched him tell one of the others something, which I assume was that my missus was needing him then off he jogged clutching what looked like a very thick cock through his baggy. I followed them to the apartment where it will all begin.We went up to the bedroom as I got them to stand at the foot of the bed I laid on the bed, the leg furthest away I bent up so they could look all up the inside of my thigh as I slowly slid up my shirt, showing my hip bones and the lines of my stomach muscles going towards my pussy, my ribs showing a little as I slipped my skirt down a little so they could see the waistband of my Jack Wills panties a bit, like this picture below.They.