I still enjoyed seeing her panties tucked away in the back of my work van.Saturday afternoon, and I am standing among the gravestones in the churchyar... watching Maxine's dad proudly lead his daughter into the church for her wedding to the Pillsbury Doughboy, as the Keycare Lads call him. Maxine glided along the path in her long wedding dress, probably with a beaming smile under her veil as she was 30 minutes from having another man come under her control... the poor bastard.I don't know where. ”Now, if you are male and reading this, you will think me insane, of course if you are of the fairer gender, then you will think me rude. I might be both, but in my view of things I am just a guy that does not like to waste time. I am at an age where time has more value because there is not a lot of it left. So in my mind, there is really no sense in spending my time with anyone who is forty some years younger than I am if she is not a granddaughter or a caregiver.Why should I? It is not as if. ” She then clutched everyone’s business cards for the fake formalities. She also made sure she made no eye contact with Rey. The parking lot was awfully cold. She wandered off, with no intent of going back to the warmth of the car. She was in utter broken state and not able to understand why Rey broke her trust so easily. The silence of the night was broken by a sudden giggle that she heard coming from a dark street, a little right at the exit of the area. It was way too late in night and Carol. She realized that was nothing compared to the intense feeling of being watched by hundreds of laughing students – each giggle and guffaw reverberating through her body.“Please Miss Becky and Miss Heather accept my apology. I couldn’t help myself today. I was rude to you and I know that was wrong. I was drunk on my own power and I deserve to be corrected. Would you please smack my booty, fresh and fruity? Pretty please?” Harley repeated the request the way she had been instructed to do the week.