Everyone made it a point to get dressed up and go a little formal. We had a relaxed attitude at work where jeans and t-shirts were encouraged. The wor... was what was important, not the way you dressed.Of course, we had all been in suits and business attire earlier in the day, but seeing the guys in tuxedos and the women in formal dresses made for a nice contrast.We were one of the last couple to arrive, for some reason we had been forced to circle the block a couple of times as Angela tried to. He was even rougher and meaner than the first time but she was prepared for him. She pretended she was enjoying it and at the first opportunity she shoved her middle finger as deep in his ass as she could. She hated it but it had the desired effect. He moaned and filled his condom long before he wanted too. After 2 weeks she had earned enough to pay off all her debts. She was exhausted. She had been surviving on less than 4 hours sleep most nights. She didn't keep count but she thinks she. As everybody in both families had come to expect, they married, and it was considered a stylish wedding by the standards of the area, in that Gwennie was not pregnant on her wedding day. A seven day long orgy of sex and alcohol on their honeymoon in Porthcawl, some thirty-five miles away from their homes, soon changed that and Gwennie had little Nicola a few days before her nineteenth birthday.The realities of life intervened then and Gwennie’s existence was one long round of washing, cleaning. Yes matron (nice Sarah thinks) I'm cumming I'm Cummin to lick your sopping wet cunt.Her tongue teases Sarah's clit flicking it tasting it on her lips she removes her barely there too and Sarah starts to tease Stacy's erect nipples with her fingers while she nuzzles that sopping cunt burying her tongue deep in that sexy tender crevice.I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm fucking cumming in your mouth Sarah screams (inhibition long since abandoned) she finds another hotter release not realising how she's.