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Urs was nervous. He was waiting in the church. Pacing up and down, up and down the aisle. Checking his watch every few seconds.
‘Relax mate, relax.’ Carlos called to him as he past him sitting in his seat, next to Cydalia.
‘I can’t.’ Urs muttered, carrying on pacing.
‘She’ll be here soon.’ David soothed.
‘But she’s late…’ Urs checked his watch again.
‘It’s the brides prerogative to be late.’ Seb, best man, then told Urs.
‘Is it…?’ he stopped and looked at Seb.
‘It is.’ Seb nodded.
‘But Roberta wasn’t late…’ Urs then pointed out.
‘Robbie is different.’ Seb winked.
‘Oh, I already know that.’ Urs sighed.
‘Hey, our wedding present to you could have been a foursome…’
‘Oh no. No. Not going there again.’ Urs said.
‘Oh…but it was so much fun…’ Seb lightly sulked.
‘And we’ll always have the memories.’
‘Suppose…’ Seb nodded.
‘Anyway, today I’m marrying the woman of my dreams.’ Urs smiled.
‘You really love her then?’ Seb realised.
‘I really love her.’ Urs nodded.
‘Since the beginning?’ Seb asked.
‘Since the beginning.’ Urs agreed.
‘Then…congratulations mate!’ Seb pulled Urs into a hug.
‘Oi!’ Carlos called, ‘he’s marrying a woman!’
‘I know. I know…’ Seb sighed, letting Urs go.
‘And you’re married to Roberta too.’ Carlos then pointed out.
‘Suppose…’ Seb nodded again.

‘Ready honey?’ Roberta asked Fara.
‘Think so.’ Fara nervously nodded.
‘You look…stunning.’ Roberta then whistled at a now blushing Fara, ‘if I know Urs, he’ll want to sweep you right up into his arms on your walking into that church.’
‘I hope so..’ Fara whispered.
‘Honey, he’ll be mad not to even think that!’ Roberta nodded.
‘OK.’ Fara picked up her bouquet of white roses, took one last look in the mirror of her reflection then said, ‘lets go.’

As Fara walked into the church on her fathers, Angus’ arm, with Roberta and Laura following behind as bridesmaids Carlos let out a low whistle.
‘Behave.’ Cydalia lightly thumped him.
Then Seb turned round to watch Fara walk down the aisle, ‘Urs.’ he nudged his friend, ‘take a look.’
Urs turned around. His mouth dropped open. Coming towards him on her fathers arm was the most stunning vision he had ever seen. He had to stop himself from sweeping her off her feet and running away with her. Stuff the wedding. Urs wanted to move straight to the honeymoon. He was desperate for her. Desperate sexually attracted and madly in love with her.

‘Do you Urs Toni Buhler, take thee Farzana Jane Ismail to be your lawfully wedded wife?’ the vicar asked.
Urs, holding Fara’s hand in his, gazing deeply into her eyes answered, ‘Oh yes I sure do.’ winking at her.
‘And do you Farzana Jane Ismail take Urs Toni Buhler to be your husband?’ Fara was then asked.
‘Yes please.’ Fara replied, winking back at her new husband.
They then exchanged wedding rings. Urs was very proud to be wearing Fara’s ring. It was the one thing Seb wouldn’t do. Wear his wedding ring from Roberta saying, ‘I don’t do rings.’ Neither did Urs. He didn’t even do wearing jewellery but he loved Fara and so wanted the whole wide world to know that he was now hers and no-one else’s.
‘I’d like to say something now.’ Urs then announced, after a very long and extremely passionate kiss with Fara which had made Seb and Carlos wolf whistle and Fara’s father feel more than just a little embarrassed.
‘OK.’ the vicar nodded.
‘This woman, the wonderful Fara has made me the worlds proudest man by not only agreeing to marry me, but to let me become a father. Meeting her was the best thing I ever did. And I hope that I never ever let her down. So thank you Fara. I love you so very much.’ he then finished by pulling her into his arms for another passionate kiss. This one made him horny. ‘Come with me.’ he whispered.
‘Where too?’ Fara asked.
‘The vestry.’ he winked.
‘OK.’ Fara blushed and winked back. She had felt his desire for her against her leg while they had been kissing.
‘Excuse us vicar.’ Urs then smiled, leading Fara towards the vestry and privacy.
He closed the door to the vestry with a gentle slam.
‘Come here.’ he then whispered to Fara, kissing her.
Fara gladly kissed him back. Pulling at his shirt and jacket.
‘Pull your dress up.’ he demanded, undoing his trousers.
Fara gladly pulled her dress up as asked.
‘Nice underwear.’ he groaned, moving her sexy silk knickers to one side and letting his fingers find the way into her wetness.
‘Oh Urs, take me…’ Fara whimpered.
‘I need you to be ready.’ he groaned, moving his fingers inside of her.
‘Oh god…I am…I am…’ Fara groaned.
‘OK.’ Urs groaned as he buried himself deep inside of her in one swift movement, ‘Oh so wet…so tight.’ he groaned, starting to thrust.
‘Oh god…I’m….I’m coming.’ Fara moaned, feeling her whole body tingle.
‘Me…too.’ Urs groaned, coming at the same time.
‘Hello in there.’ came the vicar knocking on the door.
‘Coming…vicar.’ Urs hid his groan in Fara’s shoulder as she starting giggling.
A moment later, satisfied and looking rather flustered Urs, and Fara emerged hand in hand.
‘Guess what they’ve been doing!’ Seb laughed.
‘Seb, behave.’ Roberta warned.
‘We are married.’ Urs laughed as he and Fara walked down the aisle.
After their wedding photographs had been taken, Fara threw her bouquet. Laura caught it.
‘Guess who’s next to be married!’ Carlos laughed, nudging David.
‘Well, if Laura says yes..’ David blushed back.
‘Eh? You’ve been thinking about it?’ Carlos asked.
‘Yes.’ David nodded.
‘And…?’ a rather stunned Carlos asked.
‘Wait and see.’ David smiled, tapping his nose.
Carlos swallowed. At this rate he would be the last single one left. So much for thinking Urs would never get married. He had just done it. To the woman he loved. His soul mate. Oh well. But not Carlos. He couldn’t get married. No. He liked being single. Didn’t he? Then again if it came down to either staying single and losing Cydalia or marrying her to keep her with him he would go for the marrying Cydalia every time. Every time. Whatever that meant. Was Carlos finally in love? Would he finally, at long last, admit to being in love? It was a big step. A scary step. But he could. If he had to. Yes. If he had to. He would. He would.
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