There was something familiar about stranger’s fragrance but Peggy could not pinpoint what it was. Peggy parted her lips and sucked gently on the str...nger’s finger. The now moist finger then proceeded to trace a path down Peggy’s neck, down to Peggy’s right breast and rested on her nipple. Peggy struggled to maintain her composure as the stranger started to circle her finger around her taut nipple, pinching it gently every so often. While this continued Peggy then felt a firm hand begin to. Perhaps he should call her, talk about it, find out what she meant. Talking, yes. It’s what friends did. ‘Umm…’ He realised that, despite their friendship, he’d never called her at home. In fact, he didn’t have her home phone number! After several moments of near panic he was able to remember her address and went to find a phone book. Bottomley, D. wasn’t there. She had an unlisted number. ‘Shit!’ ‘Elizabeth,’ he thought. ‘Elizabeth might have it.’ He did have Elizabeth’s number, she’d been to. The Wedding waltz saw his cum run down my stockinged legs and be smeared all around the bare flesh of my inner thigh, as I danced with my betrothed, gazing into each others eyes, I wondered how many he fucked last night, then I smiles, my total was three, excluding the vicar today, and there was still the rest of the evening to go.My aunt, on my mothers side of the family, had an amazing night of matrimonial bliss, her wedding night finished up in a hotel, out in the sticks, in some scenic. Alice Murphy turned over lazily in her large double bed, sensuously stretching her long curvaceously formed limbs, and swept her honey-blonde hair from her eyes. She languidly let the soft fuzziness of sleep leave her and warmly thought about last night--and the long, wonderfully delicious parade of days and nights since that fateful weekend when she and Sandy had been blackmailed.She propped herself up on her elbows and saw that her daughter was standing at the window, peeking through the thin.