"I can't, I love Jim too much!"

The first Sharon responded, "I can't, I love Jim too much!"

The second Sharon swept back her veil, and shot evil daggers from her eyes to the first Sharon, “How could you, you rotten whore! Jim is mine and you can’t have him!”

The third Sharon addressed the other two with disgust “You mean you two conniving little cunts were doing this as a distraction. Dammit! That was my plan!”

Sharon four’s face scowled at her three doppelgangers. “Jim is mine you sick evil bitches, and if I can’t have him, nobody can!”

The Sharons all stepped forward into a circle a foot apart from each other. They breathed in heavy heated breaths. Their eyes darted back in forth between their three foes. One Sharon shifted to the right. And they all started at the ones reaction, before realizing that it wasn’t an attack. As one they all stepped forward and eight breasts touched ever so slightly through the flimsy white material. As one, the four women yelled “Bitch!”

Then all hell broke loose.

The four ladies all attacked at once. Sharon four slapped Sharon three and stuck her hand in Sharon two’s mouth, trying to gag the other woman. Sharon two grabbed a handful of Sharon fours hair and pulled hard while reaching into Sharon ones blouse and to squeeze a handful of tit flesh. Sharon three reached around Sharon one and pulled hard on her thong bikini, giving the other women a tremendous wedgy. She also reached out to Sharon four, and sticking her hand down her skirt, attacked her nether regions. Sharon one grabbed Sharon two by the ear and pulled, while leaning over and biting Sharon three in the shoulder. As the arms tangled into a knotted mess, so did their long sexy legs. White nylon clad legs intertwined at the knees and locked at the ankles. Eight high-heeled shoes clicked desperately to stabilize the locked together women, and failed miserably. As one large mass, the wedding clad Sharons toppled, and started to roll down the isle as one. Their nylon legs swished feverishly as they rolled. Their flowered crowns were shredded, and left crumpled along the pews. The long veils wrapped around the women, bounding them together even more so. Hands slapped and mouths bit. The rolling mass made it hard to tell where one woman ended and the other began. They rolled down the isle, fighting tooth and nail…