I swerved and followed her down the new route, knowing it was pointless to press. When we arrived at her house, she propped her bike against the porch...rail and bounded inside.“Should I come in?” I called.“No, I’ll be out in a minute!”I kept warm by riding up and down the road. Soon I heard Heather’s front door open and close again and she biked out of the dusk toward me. The moon was thinking about setting, still giving us enough light to easily navigate the roads. I realized the ride back home. I was just on the verge of begging him to put his cock in my mouth, even though I knew the chances of having him listen were nonexistent until he was ready to, when he spoke."Like it, slut?" Yes sir. Of course." Want it in your mouth?" Please, sir."His hands were on my head then, pulling me firmly onto him. But then, to my surprise, he removed them. He always was in full control of the blowjobs I gave him, holding my head and pulling it up and down on his cock at the pace he wanted, so this. But where they were doing it to get a better look at the dress, or trying to figure out why such a vivacious woman was marrying a man who was a bit older and much more dour than she was, I was reaching to get a glimpse of Mark’s face.And when I suddenly caught it, it took only a second for my mood to descend back to Earth. Other than my asinine brother, who was silently sobbing beside me, Mark was the only one in the church who didn’t seem to be happy.His face was somber and in that fraction of. She wore a leopard print bra and matching thong that cut into her arse crack like cheesewire. She had on a black suspender belt and dark silk stockings. She looked amazing as she slipped off her blouse, her boobs heaving. She climbed on the bed next to me and took hold of my hardening cock, gently wanking it. “ You like what you see?” She asked, I nodded tentatively touching her boobs once more, she reached behind and undid the clasp, her tits fell forward and she pulled away the loosened bra..