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We hired a photographer who took some posed photos, mostly of Scarlett and me, but also group shots with our parents and friends. The rest of the party she took candid’s or pictures of us dancing or kissing which we did often. Later, when the proofs were delivered we laughed like crazy at photos of us doing the Electric Slide and the Macarena, not to mention YMCA. I never did get all those darned letters done in time with the music, but who cared? We had a great time. Dinner was even better than asian we had hoped. Prime filets cooked to order, Idaho potatoes baked in salt, and an ear of fresh corn. In lieu of wedding cake we served our guests hot fudge sundaes with their choice of vanilla, chocolate, or strawberry ice cream. Me—I’m contrary so I had chocolate AND strawberry. You can get away with that when you’re paying the bill. The party broke up around six with everyone coming forward to hug and kiss, shake hands, and give us an envelope. We thanked everyone for coming and sharing our special day. The rental company came at 6:30 to take down their canopy. blowjob I tipped each of the workers as I did the waiters and cooks then Hardcore I gathered the scraps I’d kept for Sandy and led my wife and her beast into the house. Sandy wolfed japanese down her dinner as I led Scarlett to our bedroom. It was too early for bed—yes, even for that--so I changed into a tee and shorts so I could take Sandy out. I wouldn’t let her out on her own while all of the workers were there. I wasn’t fetish worried about her biting them, but she might follow them out the gate and get lost or worse if she tried to cross Route 73, only a hundred yards away. We returned to the house once I had cleaned up her mess. It wasn’t long before blowjob I felt Jon shoot his load japanese into asian me and he lifted me off him. Hardcore Her inner slut was getting an occasional workout too. Whoosh, CRACK! I wanted fetish to destroy it. "They always say I'm too big." What about them? “It’s a place you go where they cook and serve food for you. What’s the plan?” She rubbed it into her folds twice before slowly engulfing me into her heat…her wetness, her velvet vise. His swings held purpose. “You like that, don’t you whore?” he asked, his voice gloating. “If the Lord will not put an end to your wicked ways, I will!" Want to update me on her progress?" It didn't take my Queen very long to reach her first orgasm.