The beautiful
Downshire village of Clerembeax St Giles was situated to the west of Abbeyvale,
located between Grace Hill and Bushy Down and on the outskirts was the Clerembeax Palace Hotel and Spa and one of the
rooms was occupied by Caroline Page who was part of a wedding party.
The wedding reception
was being held in the Ballroom, which was where she should have been, as Caroline was the chief bridesmaid but
while the party was in full swing downstairs, she was upstairs in her room with
Ron Newman.
They were standing at
the foot of the bed in a heated embrace with hot passionate mouths, kissing
with darting tongues and Ron was unzipping the back of her Lilac dress.
And when the zip could
go no lower, he spun her around to face the mirror and slid his hands inside
her bodice and the front of her dress fell forward.
“I thought the Best Man
was supposed to get off with the chief bridesmaid” she said as she slipped her
arms out of her sleeves.
“I’m sure its not
compulsary” he replied as she wriggled free of the Lilad dress.
“Maybe not….” She began as
he began nibbbling her ear and she briefly lost her train of thought.
“I know it doesn’t have to
be the Best Man” Caroline said as she stepped out of the folds of her skirts
and kicked them away
“But I know it shouldn’t
be the Groom”
“I know that too” he
replied “But I married one sister and fell in love with the other one”
“I love my sister” she murmured
“but I’m so glad you’re here”
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