Jennie sleepily shook the hair out of her eyes, said, “Yes Mama,” kissed me, a long hot one, and added, “It’s amazing, soon I’ll be Mrs. Michael Judge.
Mrs. Hollins, having resuscitated my dick, stood, kissed her daughter’s mouth, turned, placed her hands on the bed, spread her legs, and said, “Yes, and I’ll be his mother-in-law.”
I pulled my future mother-in-law’s green dress up, entered her panty-less pussy.
There aren’t many weddings where the groom’s sperm is dripping down two women’s legs when the bride says, “I do.”