There had been a lot of discussion but the net result was that the grooms and the groomsmen would wear dark suits. We dressed and drove over to the ch...rch in my car. We were early but had been told to be early to help. I wasn’t sure what we were supposed to do but I was available. I hung my coat and tie in the men’s room. Our brides were not yet here. Pastor Jim and his wife were ready for us. His wife, Marie, immediately put us to work doing what she called MSA. MSA, she explained, meant. Their lips locked and she lowered herself onto his prick. I stared, fascinated, as the huge rod disappeared inside her soaked pussy. After a few seconds, though I heard Steve say, “Suzy, are you just going to sit and watch Ron fuck that whore or are you going to get over here and suck my cock?”I looked over to see him stroking his erection and grinning. “I’m going to suck your cock,” I groaned as I crawled toward him. I moved between his legs and my hands replaced his. Keeping one eye on. Would it hurt?She needed it either way. She reached her hand to her crotch and gentlytouched it with her fingers. She shivered when she made contact, a floodof new sensations startling her. She slowly started moving her fingersback and forth across the entrance to her slit. She was wet as hell, herjuices dripping onto her fingers. She made contact with her clitoris andgasped. Her hand stopped moving and she made eye contact with the girlin the mirror. She blushed and closed the closet. Her nighty moved up and up with each scrub exposing her whole ass.Her ass and thighs jiggled. Her asshole and pussy were visible from behind because she arched her back and split her knees wide for cleaning the spot. I imagined myself and my sexy mom in a doggy position. My dick was getting hard for another round of ejaculation.Mom: What are you waiting for? Come here and help me, my boy!I was woken from my fantasy and knelt on the floor facing her. I scrubbed the floor and looked at her tits..