I heard the rumble of John's rental as he pulled into the garage and ran to meet him. I tore open the door to the garage and clicked the button to low...r the overhead door as he stepped out of the car. I darted around the car and threw myself into his arms. Our kisses were deep and our tongues played with each other. It felt good to have John's hands wandering over my chest. He learned I didn't have a bra on and uttered, "Mmmm." I was wearing an old but pretty miniskirt that still fit me, and. Mike put down his helmet and removed his jacket, he walked to Charlie and grabbed her arse with both hands and pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. Charlie was like an a****l she ripped his clothes off, till he was down to his jeans, he was a monster so big and muscular 6ft4 and 16stones of pure muscle his tattooed arms gripped my future wife and threw her on the bed. He undid the buttons on his jeans and let them drop, no underwear, just a massive cock! He wasn't even hard and he was so. In the interim she was willing to make do with the dark skinned upstairs maid Becky, her best friend forever Rosanna with her beautiful ass and busy little tongue all a-flutter with nervous energy and last but not least, her Irish Setter Prince with his long wet tongue and demanding doggie dick that was more passionate than logical in making her his bitch. That trio of carpet munchers would keep her carnal fires at bay until after the wedding. Of course, after the honeymoon, she fully intended. I lay there by the lone candle with my eyes shut. In stark silence I attempted sleep, but soon gave way and peered at the flickering wax once more. Had the barmaid below not told me her name? I could not think of it. I could only think of her glow, and thought surely the name must match her fair beauty. I had not seen such a sight in longer than I care to remember… These thoughts hurt, knowing myself to be a dark red beast compared to the likes of her. I no longer had the complexion for.