Beth had laughed hard when Ann had quiethonestly said that what most brides wear on their honeymoon night would morethan likely be what Beth wore for ...he actual wedding. Beth had felt a little dispirited when she found out how little she wouldhave to do with the actual planning of the wedding. As the process went furthershe discovered more and more that she was more of a participator who had nosay in the activities other than what color or music there would be. She sighed. Ms. Gray rounded. Sarah, and Vicky too.Berties lips join mine, I offer no resistance. He's very gentle, tender. Stroking my hair, leaning into me further, pushing me back a little. Open mouthed now, still I don't resist, eagerly accepting his tongue...it slides across mine, exploring....I feel the passion in me welling up, heart beating fast....his hand wonders down to my boobs, gently feeling through the thin material of the blouse, breathing coming faster through my nose as the excitement mounts. Bertie. I stayed kneeling on the bed, unsure of what to do or say next. I wanted the same but was strangely unsure of asking. If it had been a guy, I just would have told him to lick me, finger me or fuck me. But this was different; a new territory for me. “You feel good?” I asked. “Shit yeah” “You look like you’ve had fun” I said. “Uh huh. Fucking great orgasm. You were excellent” “So were you” I said. “Your body is amazing” “So is yours” she said. I poked my breasts forward. He loved his wife very much. He would do anything for her including giving up his own life for hers if the need were to ever arise. He wouldn't even need to think twice about dying for her. Could he say the same about her though? No, no he couldn't say that about her. He questioned her feelings toward him and any love that she claimed to have for him. He wasn't sure about anything anymore. A couple, who was obviously inebriated, walked out the bar, arm in arm to steady each other, and.