Neither of us were religious and thought it a bit two faced to have a church service. Mum got all weepy but we stood our ground, in the end she capitu...ated. Dad had never been churchy, that was made clear at his funeral. I respected Mum's religious leanings but this was not about her.All the invitations were sent, it was decided to hold the ceremony at the lake house and provide busses so everyone who drank didn't have to drive home. All of the employees were invited plus a few valued business. .. TALK DIRTY TO BILL."Bill was Mrs. Johnson's husband. I was wearing women's underwear, sucking on a dildo while lying in Bill Johnson's bed, and his wife was asking me to act like a hot bitch. I found the idea of the whole thing a turn-on."Please, fuck my mouth, Bill. Take me, I'm yours. Make me your woman," I said, thrusting the artificial penis in and out of my mouth. "Fuck me, Bill, do anything you want. I need your come! Please, come in my mouth, Bill!"I heard through the earpiece,. “You can get hurt,” I said hoarsely, but continued doing what I needed to. “I am already hurt,” she said, unbuttoning my pants,”hey, my swelling is nothing compared to yours. Are you hurt too?” I didn’t manage to respond with a witty remark so I just caressed her vagina. Obviously, she found my response amusing because she giggled. I pulled back to look at her. Beautiful, hungry eyes; sensitive, quivering lips; pert breasts; and these silky thighs, twitching invitingly. Jessica moved her. The soda machines stayed, and that was the end of it. Emily was absolutely certain that the grumblings about all the girl’s outfits would be just about the same thing, a whole lot of hot air and shouting about nothing, and after a couple of days the whole thing would blow over, and she and her friends could keep dressing sexy for her amazing brother Jack. No big deal. Everyone would understand.And if they didn’t understand ... well, Emily was quite sure that Jack would make everyone.