" Thanks bud. That was real nice of you." Or so I thought.Interestingly enough I never noticed anything amiss during the ceremony or even with the fir...t kiss of the bride. Don't know how she got the smell of all that sperm off her breath. After the wedding we piled into a limousine and headed for the hotel where the reception was being held. At the hotel Jean and I were in the reception line greeting the guests. JB did manage to kiss the bride in a quite friendly way I thought. But he was. My orgasm is so intense its almost too much for me. I writhe on his cock, slamming my body down hard on him, crying tears with release, as my juices pour over his hands. But he keeps on fingering me: he keeps pressing his swollen cock higher into my ass until I start to ache.How can he held off coming for so long? Again without slipping out of me, he stands us both up and forces me to bend forward from the waist. holding my hips fast he changes the pace and starts to fuck my ass fast and. Abigail still has some doubts, but they all center on his father. To say he adores his father does not put it strongly enough, and now that he has admitted he wants to be a girl, he's worried we'll stop loving him. That's nonsense of course. Do we understand what drives our son to do this? No. Will we try? Yes, but we are going to push him to the limit to see how he reacts. When I told him he would have to cope with the neighbors, he didn't like it, but he didn't change clothes either. I let my. He then moved back up, but this time getting up on his knees to present her with his cock, she lifted her head slightly and took him full in her mouth. As they did this I thought I am not leaving a good pussy go to waste, so I moved forward and placed my mouth where only seconds ago another man’s mouth had been. I licked and sucked for all I was worth, as if I wanted to prove to both myself and Joan that I could do an equally good job that her lover had just done, and her moans confirmed this.