The girls looked stunning in their identical white wedding dresses, although the vicar had tried to tell mum that she shouldn't really get married in ...hite. A generous donation to the church restoration fund had changed his opinion, no doubt aided by the fact that she'd made the cheque out to cash!We spent our pre-wedding night apart from our intended brides. Mum was as excited as I'd ever seen her, we ate a leisurely meal and then sat together on the couch just watching television, but our sex. His pants soon followed. I shivered with anticipation when his hands slid over my breasts, and down my belly. I nearly cried with disappointment when his hands slid down my legs. He smiled quirkily at me. “What do you have up your sleeve?” I panted. He winked. “…Nothing…” “Li-” I began to say liar, but his lips clamped on mine, cutting me off. His finger slid up and down my thong-covered pussy, teasing me. I wriggled, hoping his finger would slip into my panties and into my wetness. Becoming. ? We could, um, stop by for alook on the way back," he winked.I knew I shouldn't, but I was weak. "Um, OK." The course was gorgeous, but I shot in the mid 90's, about 10 strokesmore than normal.? My mind was on the Cathouse.? We wrapped up theround, and it was still before noon by the time we were back on theroad.? The girls were in the spa until 5, I knew.? I felt guilty for Iwhat I knew I was about to do.The Cathouse had a lobby much like a hotel's.? There was a littlequestionnaire to fill. My tongue ran over the head of it. “Yeah.” My mouth split open wide, trying to wrap around the massive instrument. “Open wide bitch.” His hand forcing my head down, his hard cock pushing out my cheeks as it slowly filled my virgin mouth. “AAAAHH, good bitch, suck.” I was stretched over his body, his cock standing up tall, my mouth engulfing the r****g member, his hand holding my head by my hair, forcing me up and down on the cock, forcing it in and out of my mouth. Each time he went deeper and.