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at last every link was together bar one, it was her still in her high heels, her stockings still perfect, her coat still blowing in the breeze, had she come full circle, she parted her legs and began her dissent down on to the truckers massive tool, she gently lowered herself rubbing her juices along his massive tip preparing for entry, half an inch in she stalled to take a breath
she began her decent,every nerve on her body was alive, her eyes shut, her mouth hung open, a beed of moisture escaped her tongue, she was stretched to the limit, the truckers balls began to rotate preparing to erupt , she finally landed, the trucker released his seed sending her high into the air, she flew across the field, her fall broken by a wedding marque which was been erected for a wedding the following day
Sex God
...she smiled coyly at them and nodded towards the big top now erected in the corner of the field (they reckoned a marquee was no longer big enough). They all filed in and started to remove theyre clothing, she entered the tent in a flash of feminie beauty and light, Looking around at the assembled collection of members she reached out and had grasped the nearest one to her, then the fun began....
A funny little 4 foot man from the Clothes Shop suddenly appeared, and said to the Bride:
“Mrs step this wayâ€.
In a instance she was back in a changing room.
Looking around… she saw an AA man’s outfit, pantomime Sheep costumes, a tweed librarian's of wondrous adventures awaiting the next
With a gentle gesture, the Shop Keeper beckoned her to remove the wedding dress and the silk blue garter. He indicated that the satin lace, and slightly stained as they were, knickers should be gently removed as well.
With eyes focused deep on the Tweed Librarian’s outfit and a book on the Dewi Decimal System of book classification, the Bride removed all items as directed with a discipline rarely seen in a woman so bold.
But before she finally removed the knickers, she felt an urge to grab.....
“Mrs step this wayâ€.
In a instance she was back in a changing room.
Looking around… she saw an AA man’s outfit, pantomime Sheep costumes, a tweed librarian's of wondrous adventures awaiting the next
With a gentle gesture, the Shop Keeper beckoned her to remove the wedding dress and the silk blue garter. He indicated that the satin lace, and slightly stained as they were, knickers should be gently removed as well.
With eyes focused deep on the Tweed Librarian’s outfit and a book on the Dewi Decimal System of book classification, the Bride removed all items as directed with a discipline rarely seen in a woman so bold.
But before she finally removed the knickers, she felt an urge to grab.....
the large hair protruding form the shop keepers nose, the shopkeeper turned and looked at her as if reading her mind, professional as he was, he nodded and held out his waiting hand, she peeled of her satin knickers lifting her right ankle up to meet her hand, her other hand rested on the shopkeepers shoulder, the swinging aroma now filled the room, the hair began to twitch, the cuckoo clock struck seven
A wicked voiced cried out.....
It was the ugliest burd the dwarfs had ever seen.....the wicked whitch riding her well worn broomstick.
"YOU THINK....",
she shrilled,
"that you can find real woman in that shaven haven".
"YOU THINK..." she cackled, "you could hunt the over grown forest for dew-drops and sweet nectar". "NO!"
The Whitch lifted her black gown showing a broomstick handle rubbing wildly off the bushiest bush the dwarfs had ever seen....hair to the back of the knees, hair to the belly-button (and further).
"YOU THINK....", she smiled a big "come-on-boys" smile, "that you........"
" Could help me shave this lot off" winking seductively at Bashful, she beckoned him forward and handed him a pink lady shave, lay down on the grass , and spread her legs..
Grumpy took one look at a lady beard longer than his own, he pushed Bashful to one side , whipped out his trusty blow torch and...
gently moved the heated torch towards an aged, hairy (grey in places), but eagerly-waiting-any-attention old crones mons da venus.
No! NO! pleaded Snow White....have consideration.
We can't be overcome by the wrecked smell of a crones hair burning in the peaceful forest air.
Give me that lady shave....it needs a womans hand to get this right.
Armed with a lady shave and cream shavefoam aerosal can, Snow White.....
Expertly began to shave her chest..
Paying careful attention to the area around her navel, well was hard to tell where her navel was amidst the forest of fur..
Grumpy kndly caught the fuzz in his hands, he cunningly popped it into the pocket of his tunic, he had a plan to way-lay Little Red Riding Hood later that night, and needed extra coverage..
Snow White meanwhile , was getting turned on by the shaving and...
