Damn you suck better than your mom''god that made me happyi dont know why but it made me hardknowing i sucked better than mom he fished as i sucked, i... was really nicehe pet on my head and call me a good cock sucker''want me to come in your bed at night and make you taste your mum pussy juice on my cock''''i love to fuck her , your mom got used to my bbc while she was still with ur looser dad''''no wonder wh is k** love cock too''''i teach her to suck in my car at night and she swear she would. I noticed a huge wet spot on his jeans where Trish had just rubbed her wet pussy on him. She still seemed like she was floating, trying to regain her composure. Later on when we left Trish had trouble walking, so we both walked on each side of her with our arms around her waist. She put her hands on our hips to steady herself. She was clearly enjoying being held by two guys. We then got in The back seat of her friends car. They were driving. It was a long drive back and Trish was clearly drunk. I licked and kissed my way up from the back of your knees, along your inner thighs, which you willingly opened for me. As I moved towards your bottom and squeezed you flesh apart I saw your sensitive spot twitching in anticipation, I couldn't resist any longer. You arched your hips as if to invite me in again and I went.I licked your asshole as if it was the last time I would ever be there again. I sucked the outer lips of your nest and flicked your clit like a punching bag with my tongue. You. ."---Tom was only half-listening as the minister said the words of the marriage ceremony, his mind being on the huge number of photographs that had been taken of him and his wedding dress, first in a number of carefully posed shots in the small guest house (including some close-ups for the make-up artist's portfolio), and then in the short walk from the house to the marquee. There was a roped-off area from behind which carefully selected representatives of the world's press were being allowed.