There were wrinkles, too, in herface and crows' feet around her eyes. It was obvious that Charisma waspast her prime, not that she was by any means un...ttractive.Tiffany, on the other hand, was amazingly beautiful. Her Valentine'sheart-shaped face was framed by long, wavy blonde hair, and she hadwide blue eyes and full, sensuous pink lips. Even without blush, hercheeks were apple red. Her somewhat weak, pointed chin gave her avulnerable quality that made men, and even women, want either. With shaking fingers the bride unzipped the best man, reached into his flies and extracted a rather impressive, partially erect cock.Only the guests seated nearest to the action saw the sigh of resignationescape the pouty lips of the bride. The rest watched spellbound as shegrasped the cock shaft in one satin sheathed hand, the other brushing anerrant strand of cornsilk hair back under her veil before lowering herhead into the expectant man's groin, swallowing the purple cock headbetween her. The taboo of incest was a powerful deterrent to even thinking of such a thing.On the other hand, if I’m totally truthful, I did spy on my sister on several occasions when the opportunity arose. I recall breathlessly peeping through a crack in a carelessly closed bathroom or bedroom door. My sister would often curl up on the sofa, headphones on, oblivious to the world and unaware that her skirt had rode up, revealing an expanse of thigh, or even panties. But none of these harmless activities led. "Now, now, it can't be that bad. Come on over to the table and sit down. Here," she said, producing a Kleenex from her apron, "dry your eyes and tell me all about it. Let me decide if it's as dirty as you seem to think it is." Oh, Christy," Vicki began once she had seated herself and successfully dried her eyes, "I was so lonely, and I got to thinking about Kirk, and before I knew it I was... was... playing with myself..." Suddenly she choked on her own words and fresh tears began welling in.