She froze again for several heartbeats, making his own heart stop in the process as he literally held his breath.As if making a decision, her feet sli... her slippers off and she rotated onto the settee, knees bent. Her frame rigid, she straightened her spine and dared not direct her gaze to him.Afraid she might change her mind, he fairly flew to the seat across from him, sitting on the other end. Her eyes flashed on his middle, one hand going to her bosom as if stopping herself from reaching. She smiled at Bob, the poor man couldn't take his eyes off her and shediscreetly from time to time leaned forward to let him get a glimpseof her magnificent cleavage. His eyes devoured her more than his mouthdevoured the rare steak. She was a little worried about the dancinglater, but could always complain about a twisted ankle if she didpoorly.But she didn't. She must have inherited the original Amber's grace andskill. It felt wonderful to be in a strong, handsome man's arms withwarm admiring. Looking down at her, camera in hand as she stroked a cock in each hand, she looked up at me and breathed, ‘Happy Wedding Day, Darling!’ I need to restep to let you know the whole story. Two weeks ago, we were laying in bed after some pretty awesome sex. She cuddled up and asked me what I’d been thinking about while I was pounding her. I thought for a minute and took the plunge and told her that as we were getting closer and closer to our wedding day, I had been fantasizing a lot about watching. Head next to hers, I could hear her short breaths and nervous, animated gulps. Her typical calm demurity had all but left her. It drove me mad.I was not so much of a fool that I would let myself impregnate her, but nonetheless my hand shot down and drove my dickhead between her legs. And I had no idea thighs would be so soft.I have no idea, still, how much I thrust. My mind blanked as I thigh-fucked her like my life and soul lay in the ballance. Groping, my hands found her breasts and held.