“Yes, the wedding,” I demanded, “Every damned detail planned to the n’th degree, Banns called and then with barely a month to go it’s all off.” I paused, “My god we spent hours planning this and now suddenly.”
“I don’t love Tom, Sorry,” she said, “I was carried along, Mother wanted me to be Lady Buntingthorpe, Tom’s handsom enough but Bunty, I’ll be sixty when you pop your clogs, what is the point of being a Lady when I’m in my dotage?”
“I don’t understand,” I admittted. xxx sex A wedding is being planned in great detail. “Ah, thought so,” he said, “All she bangs on about is Bunty this Bunty that, I thought why the hell not marry him not the sprog, seems Emm’s of similar mind, Carry on.”
We laughed and continued to enjoy each other until the final moment of no return as my seed flooded her womb. “And I want a gentle man because love is new to me, I don’t want a great brute to tear me in half,” she said, “I still have my maidenhead, would you like to see?”
“No” I lied. “Do you want to pop it with your big thing?” she asked, “Of course you do, trousers down chop chop.”
“Now look Emm,” I protested.
