Now that my bra was exposed, Beatrice, busied herself working on the frontal clasp of my bra. When she finally gets it to pop, my large breasts fall f...ee. Beatrice takes no time quickly forcing one of my nipples into her mouth. My other breast is not ignored, she rolls the nipple back and forth between her middle and index finger, bringing it to an erection. She climbs up, joining me on the table, alternating sucking at my breasts, while her husband sucks at my pussy. My hands rest at the back. I got up, went to the kitchen and grabbed two wine glasses, came back and poured us both a glass. "Cheers." my dad winked, clanging his glass to mine. "So, what's the plan for tonight baby girl?" my dad asked, drinking the entire glass of wine in one gulp. My dad wasn't a lightweight, not in the least bit, but I knew he was feeling naughty, despite the alcohol. "I was thinking I could help you with this, first." I said. I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly began stroking him. He leaned. All that was now to change with a vengeance.Conventional Bride and Groom weddings tend to have a horrible similarity. There is the marriage service itself, during which the happy (?) pair make all sorts of long term promises to each other, which very often, in the modern world in which we live, are not kept. Then there are drinks followed by some sort of a meal, which may be a proper sit down job or just an inconvenient buffet offering a lot of boring stuff which most people would prefer not to. She also alternated stroking her pussy with both hands. Soon her pussy was leaking fluids and she was extremely aroused. Mrs. Jones picked up her makeshift dildo and slipped it between her legs. She spread her legs as wide as she could. The cucumber she had picked was about seven and a half inches long and a little smaller in diameter than her son Rob’s dick. It was close to the size of Rob’s dick but not quite as long or as big around as his dick. She was very excited now and her pussy was.