I stepped closer and was treated to the sight of Mona in her white high heels, white stockings, garter belt, panties and bra. She was bent forward at ...he waist and had her hands on the arms of a chair. Sitting in the chair was my best man and Mona was sucking his cock the way a cock is supposed to be sucked – no hands, just mouth. I watched as she sucked him to completion. I could tell when he came because I saw white stuff leaking out of the corners of her mouth. I was beside myself with lust.. It wasn’t long before Shelley was grinding her cunt into my face as hard as she could and I was lapping for all I was worth.I then realised that Tracey had stopped deep throating me and was lowering herself onto my cock. Whilst Shelley put all her weight onto my face Tracey was hammering herself onto my, once again, rock hard cock.Shelley was building up to another orgasm and Tracey was getting close, by the sound of it, too. I lowered my hands to play with Shelley’s cunt now and she still had. She ran her hand all the way from the boot up to her garter belt before standing back up and allowing the dress to close up. We paid for her dress and she ensisted on wearing it and said she was hungry and she wanted to walk to one of the side walk cafes in the Virginia Highlands. We stopped at one and where seated right next to the raught iron handrail that I guess was to keep the traffic out of your lap. She was next to the rail and I kept hearing whistles and hoots, I couldn't see her. ‘You know who did this?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Who?’ ‘George Silverman.’ Aimee’s chest tightened. She’d never told him anything. She’d quit exposing the trysts after telling David. ‘I’m dating Jenny now.’ She nodded. ‘Don’t tell the others,’ he said. His eyes were looking at her, and she saw them harden. ‘The police. Don’t tell them.’ She nodded. ‘Promise me.’ ‘What’re you going to do?’ ‘Just promise me.’ ‘I promise.’ She saw his lips try to smile, then grimace with the movement. His hand went to his face,.