She was a very rude bitch who liked to swear at people. I bought my daily paper from her shop every morning before work.She was quite sexy, had small ...its and a big ass. When she walked, her ass would jiggle. A person could see the thong sticking out around her hips. I just though "damn, a 50 yr old with lacey thongs" I decided I just had to see her in just the thong. I decided to start flirting and eventually asked her out. She said she could not as she recently returned from her Hajj in. The Groomsmen had the same coat, shirt and pale blue vests that matched the bridesmaid’s dresses.The wedding was held in early November as Lacy loved mid-fall in the upper Midwest. The colors were great that year. The temperature was in the upper 40’s and it was sunny.The reception was great, (especially as Lacy’s dad insisted on paying for it), and no one got totally wasted. We had arranged for a fleet of taxies for the in-town people, and a hotel shuttle for the out of town guests.We. He looked good in the mirror, very good he thought. A nearly black spot formed as he leaked precum.She moved to the dressing table and picked up a dark red lipstick and began colouring her nipples and their surrounds. She’d never done it before and it seemed deliciously wicked. It felt deliciously sexy too as her nipples were pulled this way and that. They erected alarmingly. The pussy mound in the mirror showed every contour of her through the glossy skin of the thong. Stray, escaping, copper. He slouched even more, then started to slide his sweatpants down. I helped him. A modest, but nicely-shaped cock, hard as a rock, popped out, already forming a bead of precum on its tip. I got on my knees and he obligingly spread his legs so I could get closer. I started by flicking my tongue on his balls, then gently wrapping my fingers around his shaft while I started licking his balls all over. He moaned in pleasure, and a little more precum dribbled down from his tip, where it was.