Yvonne did like the attention but she knew what was about to happen and it kind of made her sad."Mm mm baby you sure can make me horny! How about suck...ng my cock? You know how much I like that!" Jim saidYvonne slipped to her knees as Jim pulled out his cock which was ready for her. She opened her mouth and started to suck. She could feel her pussy getting aroused but then she reminded herself how this was likely to end.She looked up at her husband and could see the beer gut he had been. “Are you ready for this, babe?” Roger turned to his Goth bride, who answered him with one helluva French kiss.As the officiator returned, she found Roger and Jen standing at their makeshift altar in the backyard near the swimming pool, more than prepared to slip into their formal roles. She grinned at Jen’s unabashed Goth outfit, consisting of a black corset, a red latex skirt which was so short that one could see the color of Jen’s pussy stubble, grey silk panties torn in just the right places. We had to know. We had to see. We had to sin. I rationalised it perfectly; as I said to my mate; “We can look, but we will only look at each other’s daughter, not our own; promise; Deal?”“Deal” he said.But it was a promise we both knew we couldn’t keep. We were about to pry directly on naked tandem girly flesh, writhing together somehow in the confines of a tent. We were both going to see arse, tits or pussy, or all of the aforementioned, both our own daughters’ and our best mates daughter, as. When Friday came, I arrived at my desk to find another note. The letter said that she was very happy I was interested in meeting her. She asked if I would meet her in the storage room at lunch time. For four hours, I waited in anticipation. My heart was leaping every minute. Would I be attracted to her? Would I actually go through with having sex with a woman? I got no work done all morning, and my panties were dripping wet. Lunch time came, and almost everyone left the office. I entered the.