It was now just happening. And it was happening this way.And now I wanted it too. This way.Mendelssohn's "Wedding March" began. The congregation rose....I was buoyedby the large number that were attending. I frankly hadn't expected somany. There had been, I sadly learnt, several declinations of invitations.And yet the confident soldier in me said, "Fuck 'em."We slowly made our way down the pews. Grins. Smiles. A few stoic looks.Splendid dresses. Business suits. A few military dress uniforms here. After few minutes she told me I want to suck and needed to drink my milk, I was so curious to know the pleasure which I may get when a girl suck the dick, she took it in hand and shake few times took my for skin down and she kissed on it and started to suck it softly, I felt hot when it went inside her mouth she was sucking it softly and I told her if you do like that you can’t drink my milkAs I insisted her to suck and pump it fast she was sucking and shaking simultaneously I was getting cloud. I stood up, unzipped my skirt pushing it to the ground. I left on my panties and heels, I wanted to feel a little like a slut. Sitting back on the couch, I pulled Michelle’s head off Chris’s cock and passionately kissed her, tasting Chris’s pre-cum. “I wanna taste you.” I whispered to Michelle. She replied with a moan of agreement. I laid down on the couch, and spread my legs, rubbing my pussy through my panties which were now soaked, I gave Chris a look which told him everything he needed. Sam was still at the company as some kind of fellow or something. The important thing was that he continued Daddy’s tradition of giving her anything she wanted. And she wanted a baby.Things hadn’t been bad until Jocelyn, her best friend and tennis partner, had gotten pregnant. Since then, her society friends had all begun having children. All except her. She’d hesitated a while, afraid of what it would do to her figure. But it soon became apparent that she was losing status with the movers and.