At the reception – I think it's reasonable to call it that, though I hadn't really expected there to be one – everyone was ... I can't put it into...words adequately. Helen was complimented until she was blushing hard and looked wonderful. As for me, I'll recount just one incident. Sara (I mentioned her) said, "I hadn't realised you were available, or I'd have been after you myself." I was fairly taken aback by that, I have to say.It was a great time, and I was grateful to Linda for organising. She folded her right hand around his cock, holding it at the root. It loomed up from her fist like some menacing, heavy-headed war club."This is going to be fun!" she purred, giving him a kittenish look. She knew that guys enjoyed that sort of talk. "I love to see a boy cum," she said. "It really gives me a kick when the stuff squirts out." I got about a fucking gallon of it!" he rasped.Although making him shoot was the best part of a handjob, the girl was in no hurry. With her pussy well. The lump was recycled into a myriad of minerals and metals. Our family was rich, really rich. No one laughed at my father's stories anymore.You are not going to believe what happened about seven days later. My father was almost hit again. He couldn't believe his luck. Our family was now, not really rich, but stinking rich. My father spent some of our wealth to buy up all the land around our house for 500 kilometers and laid claim to all the mineral and metal rights. Everyone was now watching. My tongue got closer to Jen’s pussy and I could smell her sex and my tongue finally found some flesh. I could feel her short pubic hairs rub against my eager tongue before I found what was obviously her labia lips. I was in heaven as my tongue explored Jens most private parts.Within a minute my tongue was sliding inside her dripping pussy and I found myself eating their cum.It was salty, warm and sticky and there was a lot of it; I was eating a black guy's cum from my wife’s pussy and I was.