Joyce looked up in surprise, "Your son?... But I don't..." She said and then gasped as a man shaped cage was lowered into view, inside the cage was Ti...othy.Maureen looked back and the turned to face Joyce, "That is my son, Roger George Timothy, 23rd baronet to be. Now Joyce Jones, if you want him you need to unlock the door to his cage, or be cast away from this family forever!" Maureen said anger now audible in her voice.Joyce got up from her chair to run towards Timothy, but Maureen, in spite. I took my now torturously hard as granite cock, and put it at the entrance to her pussy. “This may hurt a little, Jenn,” I said.“I used a dildo on myself since I was fifteen Rich, I tore my maidenhead, so some slobbering guy, like Jimbo, wouldn’t. I never dreamed my first fuck would be with someone like you.”I pushed forward and was all the way in her, which made her moan really loudly. I quietly suggested she try to keep it quiet, to which she agreed. I leaned over and kissed her breasts and. That’s why I came again.”“I thought so,” I said as I leaned over, pulled her hair away from her ear, and kissed her behind it. Then I ran my tongue through her hair for about a minute as my cock started to grow again.“Oh jeez, Bill! What you’re doing is so sexy! And I can feel you getting hard inside me.”“I love your hair, Leslie. I could run my tongue through it all night.”“Mmm. I would have to spend the night with you to do that. Is that what you want?”“Yes. And I’ll fuck you all night as. 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 both real military heros of the highest order. Utterly dumbfounded, he remained in a daze for the rest of the.