Sally gasped loudly and quivered, her toes now turning inwards as she absorbed the lancing hot pain it had produced. On Sally's milky white skin, a sh...rt but broad red line appeared to announce where it had landed. She produced another tender line below the budding nipple, then crossed to concentrate on the other budding breast, each strike of the implement creating another vivid red mark, short and broad, against her otherwise pale young skin.Sally's bottom beckoned; proud and tight little. “Sure,” she replied, closing her eyes. I moved in ever so close and just before I touched my lips to hers, I stopped. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing the largest brown eyes I had ever stared into.“What is it?” she pressed.“I just wanted to see you open your eyes,” I replied, moving my hand to her neck and pressing my lips to hers. In an instant, she parted her lips and welcomed my tongue, pushing back with her own burst of passion as we connected.She slipped her hand up under my t-shirt. I felt her nipples against me as she hugged me. “I really want you to be the one, mom,” I whispered into her ear.“Try not to stress so much,“ mom said, and then she continued instructing me, “I think it’s the best if we do it in the missionary position, so you’ll learn how to properly shoot it in. And don’t worry, you can do it.”Mom lay back on the bed and propped her head on the pillow. When she opened her legs, my eyes were wide and blinking nervously, but I was also tense with excitement as. Her arse was something else, and guys fondled her, squeezed her and generally had hands all over her fantastic body as she danced. This did not please the bride, who wanted to be the star attraction! Tracey carried on dancing and being fondled in her groin, arse and tits, loving every moment. After way too many champagne cocktails, the bride, bridesmaids and other friends wanted to go home, but Tracey was enjoying the attention of several guys and wanted to stay. They told her they were going.