So anyway, to continue the story, I absolutely ploughed the shit out of her to the apparent discomfort of the old lady sitting on the pew opposite, and her groans appeared to have a negative impact on the ceremony. Anyway, I slid my hand up her shirt, and the vicar's quiet words were completely drowned out by her increasingly loud moaning, at which point he asked us to either stop immediately or leave the church. However the passion was too intense, and for the next half hour we were lost in each other, and when finally put our clothes back on, the church was completely empty.
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