The month passed like a snap of the fingers or a jizzing in a cunt. Everyone was gone.I still wanted one last fuck and then I would wait for the girls... return."Bride or groom," the usher said."Bride," I replied. Definitely bride.The mid-sized church was almost full by the time I entered. They had a lot of friends and family. I excused myself from the usher and took a seat toward the back.Candles and roses were on the platform. The appearance was beautifully perfect for a wedding. The organist. I don't know what made him do it, it wasn't like him. The older man continued to thrust his hips, and I could feel the head of his cock nearly reaching my womb. Or at least, that's what it felt like. I was being violated, my virginity snatched away from me for simply looking a little too cute tonight. Why would I go to a meeting with the dean alone at night? My thin blouse was ripped open, my long, black hair was ruffled, and my 32DD breasts were being smushed against the hard wood of his. Finally, I showed her a hair brush with very soft bristles and a long, round, plastic handle. She looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Teasing,” I said. She smiled, but looked like she wasn't sure what I meant.After our exchange of toys, Gail produced a printed list of items and handed it to me without saying a word. She had printed out a “wish list” of experiences she wanted to do or try. This was not a surprise. I knew that she had been working on it for some time. Relying on her inner. Susan was dumbfounded as she watched the scene, a little too long for mere curiosity. Repeatedly Susan watched and examined the flexing ass muscles as Benita thrust into Carmen. For a fleeting moment, the single mother was a bit jealous of her daughter for the fuck she was receiving. Susan herself had not had sex of any kind since her husband left her fifteen years ago. The scene was too much for her to take so Susan decided to leave the pair of lovers to their lovemaking, deciding now was not.