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the best man
i was the best man at my mates wedding and at the reception he asked me if i would help him carry the happy couples bags up to the hotel room so i did leaving my wife at the time to fend for herself when we got to the hotel room his wife was already in there looking stunning in her white wedding dress she kissed me and said thanks for helping with the bags my mate then said we can do better than that and procceded to lift her dress up and show me her white panties stockings and suspenders he then told me i could touch them ie i wanted to i didnt need asking twice as i started rubbing her panties she started moaning and getting wet so i started fingering her my mate when around to her head and got his cock out and she started sucking it my mate said fuck her so i started fucking her
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the best man pt2
ny mate asked me not to cum inside her so i pulled out and came all over her arse just then her new husband came in her mouth i cleaned up and went back to find my wife she wanted to know where id been all this time so i said i got lost she never belived me both me and my mate are divovorced now but what memories i can honestly say that i fucked my best mates misses in her wedding dress on her wedding day lovely
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i can assure you it was 100% true
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No, I think there is a sentence in Faulkner's "The Bear" that goes on and on for pages. Impressed the hell out of me when I was an undergraduate.
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