.”“There is, however, what they call maids of honour who, according to Dave, used to accompany the bride up the aisle and ensure her safety ... or...prevent her running away, Dave wasn’t so clear on that part.”“Sounds good, you have two maids of honour, ready willing and able ... so long as the ... costumes are free flowing and can conceal weapons.”“They’d better be or I won’t hear the end of this, will I?”“No, you won’t.”“Very well. The Royal dressmaker has been summoned and she’ll ensure you. "Like who?" I smiled."Like... oh, your parents." You're kidding," I said.She giggled and drank some champagne. "Don't tell me you haven't figured it out," she sighed. "Dad and I have been fucking for a few months now. As soon as I lost my virginity, I began to realize how much he turned me on--almost as much as you, brother! But he's far less dense... I barely even had to take my clothes off in front of him and he got the picture."My cock had begun to throb and ache with desire. What the hell. What do you want to drink Lea???Uh, ice tea...? Mr. Moore’s question... she found it so... disconnected... Lea watched Mr. Moore return his cock to his pants. One minute he’s having sex, the next he’s ordering a drink? The result was a very off-balanced young lady.The waitress gathered up her skirt and blouse. ?I’ll be right back with your drinks, sir.? Her breathing was returning to normal, well, as normal as it could ever be in such a precarious place as The Tasty Lady...Mr. Moore. As Claire’s head bobbed up and down on my cock, Shelly was pinching her nipple, then I heard something hit the floor, as she dropped the vibrator, I watched as her hand wormed its way into the waistband of her panties. The light from the hallway gave me a clear view of the outline of Shelly’s hand as she began masturbating.I reached under Claire, finding her pussy I slid my finger in. As my finger pressed into her opening, a stream of juices flowed out, a mixture of my cum and the abundance of.