They were young too, his friends perhaps. One of them, a boy, put his hand comfortingly on his arm and his eyes, which had been locked with the minister’s, filled with something that was almost challenge, almost anger, and, shockingly almost condemnation, widened slightly. The minister could feel it too, the tremors, through his hand. The boy must have been frozen. He was shivering so hard. ‘Luke.’ Then louder. ‘Luke.’ The girl closed ranks on the other side. The boy — Luke, turned his head stiffly, looking deeply confused. ‘I thought I told you not to come.’ The voice matched the rest of him. It was soft, musical, beautiful. His was the voice heard during the ceremony. ‘You have a very beautiful voice.’ The words just slipped out as he thought them, making him feel foolish and embarrassed. Luke looked at him, his eyes blank, and said nothing. ‘Come on mate… let’s get you home. You’ve had enough.’ ‘No. I’m going to the ‘crem’.’ ‘Luke, you’re crazy. Don’t do this to yourself.’ The. She did and within minutes she was driving to my house. When my doorbell rang I jumped to the door, I was pacing around my house already. Miranda was wearing that trenchcoat but it wasn’t raining. She opened it up exposing her wonderful nude figure. She walked in and dropped off her shoulders onto the floor. She wrapped her arms and squeezed me so tight. I hugged her back. Miranda was almost giggling. I noticed her eyes were watering. I asked what was wrong, she shook it off and said she was just so happy. I took her to my bed. There she helped me out of my clothes and gave me the best oral I ever had. Miranda sucked and licked me enthusiastically, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Then she climbed up my straddling my body. She grinded herself on me. It felt so good, she was wet and warm. I thought I better get a condom on and reached for one in the nightstand while we kissed. Miranda’s body against mine was electric. I put the condom in her hand and she threw it on the floor stating.
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