I grabbed the towels and glasses and we headed downstairs. I handed her the towels at the bathroom door and dropped the glasses off.When I returned to...the bathroom, she was on the toilet. She gave me a dirty look.I chuckled and said, “You do know that we have been fucking for like four hours now. I think that we should be comfortable enough that you can pee in front of me.”“Yeah, I guess. I didn’t want to ruin the moment,” she answered.I looked her over and exclaimed, “I don’t think that it is. The reception at Sir Hamilton's inherited city house was rather moderate, with no more than thirty guests, most of them from Priscilla's side. There was only one distant cousin on the groom's side, his best man almost by default, and his solicitor, a taciturn man of sixty years who seemed to deplore the expenditures incurred.The food was of excellent quality, and the person to be praised for it was Sir Hamilton's housekeeper, a brunette woman of at most twenty and five years, uncommonly pretty. I immediately spotted Deb, across the room in an overstuffed armchair, getting seriously fucked by a long cock black guy Her legs were spread wide, high in the air, her pussy getting stroked and pounded. The guy was long dicking her, in and out and every time he would drive it to the hilt, she cried out with pleasure. This guy was good. He continued to pound Debbie, in and out, in and out for minutes slapping hard and loudly against her red pussy while we, and many others enjoyed the show. Deb. A while later he avoided the first patrols. Nerio was already well onhis way to the secret docking point when he started to feel sick. Hefelt nauseous and had to get to a toilet urgently. Purely on willpowerhe managed to hold everything in, but got worried what was wrong. Thepoison from the fish shouldn't have such an effect. He focused with allhis attention on getting to the docking point but suddenly doubled overfrom the pain and almost lost consciousness. Vaguely he saw the submoving on, but.