.." Mmmmm...." was her reply as she grasped his cock and started pumping it along with her bobbing and squeezing of his balls.He announced his orgasm ...ith a growl and she stopped bobbing, but kept stroking his cock as it emptied into her hot, waiting, accepting mouth.He let go of her hair and leant his head back again, spent and happy. She made a couple more slurping noises and then sat up. Her eyes were dreamy and she had a little bit of her boyfriend's cum on her chin. She smiled and made no. Wally swapped cops and cupped the fullness of Bobby's basket, sliding over the damp spent juices he had inspired. His thumb and forefinger pinched the apex of the sopping nylon pouch as the bowl of his palm carried the weight of his competitor's corpulent balls.The driving beat of Bobby's music quickened and grew louder as their lips peeled free. The show had to go on. They were both dedicated professionals and there was an audience out front hungry for entertainment. Bobby knew he had to. A white satin nighty, with just enough lace, barely covered that golden brown skin. The satin formed to her body not accentuating anything, but accentuating everything. Her full breasts and nipples, even the vee of the merge of soft tummy and thighs were as clear as if she were nude. Her hair had fallen in tresses over her shoulders with one tress nearly covering a nipple. White thigh high hose with lace; no garter belt. She had a matching pair of white panties that were being twirled around a. Paul then handed me the bouquet. "The cars are here," Heather said and we left the house and got into thecars.We arrived at the church. It was an old country church made of stone. Iremember it was the church my parents used to drag us to every Sunday.The graveyard used to scare me. I felt a shiver run down my spine. Thelast time I was here was to bury my parents, that was four years ago, westopped looking out over all those gravestones. I picked out theirgravestones.We stepped through with Paul.