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“If you would like to follow me into the function’s room.” At once, everybody stood up and grabbed their drinks as quick as possible. Kyle came rushing over and grabbed my arm as we lead the other guests to the room. I could already smell the carrot and coriander soup cooking in the kitchen as we stood at the door, allowing everyone to move into the room. I watched as everyone found their places at the dinner tables before allowing the door to shut. “If you can please stand for the new Mr and Mrs. McKnight,” A muffled voice sounded over the speakers. Kyle held my hand delicately and led me into the room to a full room of people clapping and cheering. I couldn’t help but notice that my mother was still trying to hold back the tears. Everyone’s eyes were still focused on me and my beautiful white dress, the attention was truly overwhelming. As Kyle and I reached our seats, the applause stopped and the guests watched as we sat down before sitting down too. The room was immediately. Browse indiansexstories dot net for more arousing stories.At first, I don’t have any feelings for her and I was thinking to admit her to the hospital somewhere in the surrounding cities but at that time, I lost my control and started to feel her body then I got know that she is in perfect shape but her tummy was very flat and I felt that she is hungry, so I asked her whether she needs anything to eat, by that question, she immediately stood up and lifted her shirt to showed her empty tummy, so I gave her some fruits which I had and some milk.After that, we both went to sleep and again she hugged my hand and slept and I was having a hard time to control my hardon, after trying so hard I gave up and dragged her closer and rubbed my dick on her and slept like that.In the morning, when I woke up she was still sleeping, Then I got ready and came out to bring some breakfast for her, by that time she was so tensed for being alone, the moment she saw, she hugged me very tightly and I was.
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