‘How about a kiss for your bride?’ asked Lucinda. She lay down on her front right there and then, allowing him to reach up to her luscious lips. The building shook under the weight. Some of the patrons decided that now would be a great time to top up their drink; others simply wanted to watch that huge rear jiggle to see how much the dress could cope. The lower that Lucinda stretched, the higher it seemed to rise. Then, as it began rocking, red hair began to appear everywhere. Soon it had replaced the floor as a carpet. It slowly began wrapping itself around the cloisters.
Meanwhile, upfront, Lucinda was about to roll over. She’d
never been on top owing to the size of her breasts. Luke was safely snug inside
and totally occupied with the task of trying to please her. The pews cracked
and splintered under her weight.
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