Now he knew they were just an expression. Some people wore certain fashions to make a statement. She used her hair and body as her artist's easel.He l...oked at her. She was serious. She wasn't some starry eyed little girl, with a crush on her first lover. And she HAD had the chance to pull back. If she was doing this ... it meant something."Don't you think it's a little premature to talk about moving in together?" he asked."No." Will you promise to be honest with me if you're attracted to a. She said frankly, "Christine, I know you're upset with me. And I know that you now know I'm having sex with Alan. But I would like to be your friend, not your enemy. Everybody speaks very highly of you, and rightfully so. I know you're angry now, but I hope that in time you'll come to see that I don't have horns or a forked tail."Christine was relieved. She liked to speak her mind, and wasn't good at hiding her true emotions. She exhaled angrily, "How can you? How can you do that?! Having sex. It was a church wedding; I was the best man, Debbie was chief bridesmaid (she had got rid the ironmongery and was off the dope) and Sandra was the matron of honour. Wurzel had tracked down Mandy's father, who was to give her away, and who had also given his permission for Mandy to get married. The guests included Shadrack as Sandra's partner, and of course Pippa as mine, all the boys of Wurzel's section were also invited.The wedding ceremony went like a dream; Mandy looked like an angel and. I was literally licking her up! I kissed her strong on her belly button, my tongue darting in and out of it. She tried to stop me when I moved my face down to kiss her crotch over her panty.Ignoring her, I moved down to her toes, kissing them and licking her toes on by one. Lifting her up, I slowly inched my mouth up her legs and reached her thighs, squeezing them with arms and licking them. Looking up, I could see Mamata who was now mast with excitement. By now, I had her rolled up and I was.