Whilst Shelly was off dancing with some other guy and I was chatting to Margot, the bride’s mother, I hinted for an answer.“Oh, our dear Cynth,’...she acknowledged. “She’ll probably be in her apartment upstairs”.“There’s an upstairs? … and apartments?” I asked with naïve astonishment.“Yeah, there’s an upstairs, with her apartment and other rooms. She owns the place and lives here, didn’t you know? … To be honest,” she continued in a hushed tone, “I think that’s why she’s not down here, you know,. The price for entrance seemed very high, but Jiri paid without complaint. He had travelled this far, and was resigned to paying dearly for his hobby. In any case, he knew the difficulty of keeping such places in order in such a small town.She gave directions to view the collection. She had a melodious voice, and spoke perfect English, unusual in these parts, although with an accent he could not place."There is a door at the end of the corridor. Only one visitor is allowed each day to the. ..myyyyy! Oh god I'm cummmmiiiiing!" as her pussy was stretched to its limits by Ray's massive prick.A couple of the women had helped Ray out of his jacket and shirt to reveal his muscular body, his black skin shiny with the sweat he was working up fucking the living hell out of my bride. I looked over at Mrs. Bairns and she had tears in her eyes with a big smile on her face. Ray's pace quickened and the noise from the crowd got louder as everyone anticipated his climax. You could hear him. She is a dream come true. Like something I have been waiting for my entire life. Perhaps I had.’ he thought. As Pristine walked down the stairs, Lance slowly moved toward her. When they finally faced each other, Lance asked, ‘Are you real or just a dream?’ Pristine smiled and lifted her hand. ‘I’m real. Take my hand and see.’ Lance did as he kissed her hand gently. Both of them felt the heat. In the mean time, Mallian, Drock, and Pixie smiled at each other. There was no doubt in their.