I would like to thank all my readers and particularly those who took the timeto send a mail. This story is not strictly speaking a Lydia von Sklaverei...s story. She ismentioned but not present. Maybe she will make an appearance in a later partof that story; I do not know it myself. This story has a theme which struckmy fancy some time ago. A capture using the most delightful of all femininegarments, the wedding gown. I must give credit to Myriam Grey for some of theelements in the following. The barkeep said, "You lucked out, dude! That was our last redhead."He drank the brew down, occasionally sucking on the girl. Upon finishing the beer, he plucked her out of the glass, and put her in his pant pocket while, hopefully, no one was watching. He left a buck on the bar as a tip and got up to leave the bar, but as he approached the door, the bouncer pointed to his pocket and said, "Whoa, pal! Can't leave 'till you finish your drink."Ken pulled the girl out of his pocket and put her in. God, Mandy! Yessss!" Rebecca hissed out as the girl's mouthcame in contact with her pussy. She lifted her legs and laid them overher daughter's shoulders as she felt the lips of her pussy spread andMandy's tongue sought her pulsing clit. "Ughhhnnn! God, baby ... suck it... suck your mommy's cunt! Eat me! God, yesssss ... make me come!"Running her hand between her mother's legs, Mandy inserted her thumb inher mother's wet cunt and then eased her index finger into the olderwoman's tightly. "She is in her thirties, divorced, and has two kids."I nodded. "Daniel's Free MILF?" You know Daniel, man," Stephen replied. "But he gave me his word a long time ago." Good," I said."Are you actually going to take the Jessa sisters?" he asked me. "Or are you just forcing them to break themselves up? If they do, they go to the top of every guy's list." Alba is fucking gorgeous," I said. "Marissa is strong enough to be the hen-mother for my concubines, but there's a difference between sisters and.