And her mouth, moaning wantonly. She should put that mouth to better use. I came, picturing the woman between my thighs, her fingers fucking into my p...ssy while Mark looked on, looking sad and pathetic while his whore pleasured me. I licked my fingers clean and went back to watching.Nothing else had happened for two more hours, when the garage doors slid open. The silver Mustang pulled out first. I could just make out Mark and a teenage girl as the Mustang roared down the street, followed. Thank you Graham, thats so sweet, why dont you just go down to that bathroom, you can wear these sweats. Ill pour us a glass of wine, shall I?. As he went to change I took the plastic bags to the kitchen, still seeing his rough muscular chest and imagining what it would be like to kiss him there. As I filled two glasses I heard him walk into the kitchen behind me but was surprised when I felt his large firm body press against my back, his hands running down my shoulders to my hips. I gasped,. ’ Icy Butt couldn’t believe his ears. Sugar Bear needed to be loved as much as he did. They rested quietly, talking softly about their future. The bedroom door flew open with a loud crash. Sugar Bear screamed as her cousin Vinny the Shark burst into the room with his gun drawn. ‘What the fuck is going on here?’ he shouted. ‘This is Don Armani’s guy. He could have killed you!’ Icy Butt was frozen with terror as Vinny approached the bed. The shark grinned as the pistol centered on Icy Butt’s. Leaping from behind her camera, she ran across to the couple and made a slight adjustment to the bride's bouquet, then adjusted a light, and finally raced back to her camera. Perfect ... click!Like Dale, the wedding party was nude: The bride wore a veil and carried a colourful bouquet of flowers. The groom wore a bow tie, as did the best man and the two ushers. The matron of honour and both bridesmaids wore lace gloves. That was it for the attire — not even footwear. The pictures were being.