When I was finished dressing and inserting the plug, I walked to the door and got felt up as I passed them. My cock began to stir.I went to the kitche... and prepared us all some pancakes with butter and syrup.The Ladies came down and we ate a nice breakfast.After breakfast I began doing the dishes and had hands all over me. They were feeling me up like a common whore. They got my cock hard and made my nipples hard and they played while I cleaned dishes.The whispered among themselves and. It's so hot...and tight...and good...and...fuck...Oh fuck..." Yes baby, I like it there...momma loves it...yes...in my ass." I could hardly comprehend how all of his big cock had gotten into me. I was filled with him and filled with love for him. I told him. "It's for you...my ass is for you...all for you...everything...yes...yes." The first stream of ejaculate was unexpectedly hard. I could feel him coming in me. He lost some control and slapped my ass. It stung as he continued pumping his cum. Sonja's wedding dress was handed down from her grandmother and she looked like a goddess as she came down the aisle. I felt like a god myself when she said "Ah do," her face glowing with adoration. At that movement I thought of auntie, how right she'd been. When I was told to kiss the bride, time stood still. I was informed later that some of the congregation began to chuckle while some applauded. Paul, being my best man finally tapped me on the shoulder, to some booing from the crowd and we. 'Enter', the young man barked, and we went into a large room that was sparsely furnished. Faded but still colourful tiles lined the floor, while the paint on the walls was starting to peel. In the centre of the room, sat an older middle-aged man, probably around 50. His face was wrinkled and aged, but his clothing was highly unusual. A shirt, open at the front to show his well-defined body was an array of bright colours, while his faded shorts were ripped. He held a small sword, and was flanked.