I’m not altogether sure what the garment she was wearing is called but I think it’s known as a ‘Teddy’. Whatever … it was red and white in c...lour and sort of fitted from crotch to bust with a sort of little fluffy red skirt trimmed in white lace. The top was sheer white lace and designed to hide absolutely nothing and in this, the design was a total success! She seemed to be wearing a very skimpy pair of panties (a thong, I thought) in the same shade of red, scarlet, as the rest of the outfit.. That it would get me super excited and I'd love to enrapture her afterwards!That was all the truth! I wanted her so much that I could almost taste it! Her body was like poetry in motion and the swell of her breasts over her flat stomach was enough to start my mouth watering... her nipples, when she was excited were actually bigger and stiffer than on most women and when squeezed? They seemed to actually exude their own sexuality! As my fingers would tweak her nipples, she would moan little. Nothing more was necessary. The thoroughly cowed warriors fell all over themselves in their eagerness to speed these demoninfested strangers on their way. The sun was only a few spans above the trees as the three venturers strode forth boldly. They headed south once more through the forest, armed with stout flinttipped spears and carrying light packs. The floor of the forest was fairly open beneath its canopy of ancient trees, and they made good time since for now they had no need to gather. Her agony however did not. The vibrations were building again, shuddering throughout her. The vicar was talking of “mutual joy” and “the celebration of love and commitment”, and all the while another man was causing her pussy to ooze so that her stored-up honey trickled down her legs. Her father was giving her away now, but as long as that excruciating sweetness was rolling through her, she felt possessed by someone else entirely.The rest of the marriage service threatened to dissolve in.