She looked up at herself in the mirror on the vanity she was sitting at. She was beautiful. Her hair was pulled up into a gorgeous up-do. Her makeup w...s natural and highlighted her eyes. Her curved figure was covered in nervous goose bumps. She tried to gently rub them away. She sat in her bra, panties, stockings and garter, waiting on her maid of honor to return with her dress.A knock came from the door.“Rachel, hurry and get in here with my dress! I need to get ready!”But it wasn’t Rachel who. And..."At his son's held up hand he stopped himself from saying what he had tosay, realizing that Wilwarin wanted to hear no other words but thosethat were answers to his questions. Now the decision was his son's handsand that the decision could not be swayed."Father before you presented me with this Lord of Lond Daer's proposalyou stated that his offer would provide you benefit, what benefit wouldyou gain from me in such a union?"He would have smiled in pride at the steely edge in the. . . almost continually. When she finally calmed down, she was suddenly aware of five pairs of eyes looking at her with curiosity. She was once again aware that her panties were probably showing. She felt somewhat silly and flushed . . . and very hot. In fact, the room abruptly felt too warm, and her pink sweater felt rather stifling."God, I'm hot," Lilly giggled nervously, unaware of the double entendre she was making. She quickly reached down to pull off her sweater. In her inebriated. And gasps coupled with moans. She was clearly masturbating. By this time, I was too, with my shorts around my ankles, and my hand stroking my hard-on. I was picturing mom with her legs spread wide open; the ‘Playgirl’ in one hand, and the fingers of the other in her pussy or playing with her clit. There was a noise like that of the magazine falling to the floor, then her quite distinct cries and yelps, of mom in the throes of her climax. Hers peaked my own cum, and I spilled a big gob of.