I held my hand out to Ali, and she slipped gracefully from the vehicle, only I was able to see her long leg framed in the slit of her dress, which als... answered my question as to whether the dress was the only thing she was wearing.Ali took my arm, and we walked the red carpet, only it was royal blue. It was hemmed in on either side by a low barrier, behind which the press and members of the public stood. My antics had ensured that we were one of the last groups to arrive. There is apparently. She moaned and drew a sharp breath. She laid one leg over the arm of the couch, and I dipped my tongue again into her juicy slit, exploring gently for her clit. She moaned again. I put my lips over her hood and sucked gently, and she began to pant. I reached up to fondle her tits and found her hands already at work. I glanced up and saw that she was kneading them, pinching her nipples to keep them hard, and staring intently out the window. I looked over my shoulder and saw the man in the. " I said, recollecting about that embarrassing encounter when he asked to see my tits back in 8th grade. I had told him no and almost forgot that text. "Well, it was worth waiting." he said. "You pervert!" I say jokingly as one of our old inside-jokes from highschool. He sits up and tells me to lay down on the bed. I obey, and being uncomfortable in my jeans ask him to take them off. He does so eagerly, leaving me almost completely exposed and vulnerable to him. My lower self is throbbing now,. " Fran was both relieved and disappointed.During the service Fran did get a rest from the bouncing of the weight, but the elastic around her clitoris kept her ever mindful of her sex organs and her recent fucking in the bathroom. Also there was the standing, sitting, kneeling to keep at least some stimulation going. Then came the time for the Eucharist and Fran had to walk up to the altar railing to take communion. The slow walk forward and the kneeling put her just on the verge of another.