The wedding, on Saturday, was a fairy tale affair at St Giles’ Church and every woman present was jealous to the core and such was Kaylyn Lawson’s popularity in the village that the Church was full to the gunwales.
St
Giles’ was a pretty little Church and was made even more so by the Church
ladies by the addition of flowers and dressings of appropriate finery.
The
wedding party were conveyed to and from the Church in a Vintage Rolls Royce.
When
Kaylyn appeared on the arm of the Lord of the Manor there was an audible gasp.
After
a very moving ceremony the reception was held at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel.
But
two hours before the ceremony she was laying on her bed in a state of undress,
flushed pink after some sexual exertions and said.
“That
was lovely.”
“I’m
glad you enjoyed it” John said as he got off the bed.
“You
know that the best man is supposed to seduce the bridesmaid after the
reception” she said.
“So,
I believe” John said.
“So
why have you just sullied the bride before the wedding?” she asked.
“Because
you asked me to” he replied.
“Now
you’d better put these back on” he added, handing her, her pristine white
knickers.
“I’m
not going to need these yet, if I ask you to sully me again” she said and
dropped her panties on the floor.
