I planned to try and get more panties from the suitcase, but decided not to, how was I going to explain that?My husband and son were leaning on the ca... chatting when I walked over."So, under f******n hours left," Alex quipped, with a playful smile.Cory added, "I think it's going to be a tight ride."I couldn't tell for sure, maybe it was just the self-conscious part of me, but he seemed to stress the word 'tight'.I joked, realizing only after I said it that it only added to the innuendo if he. As I did so, I knocked Betty's discarded jeans, which scraped her belt buckle on the floor. She gasped and so I froze but immediately the deep sleep breathing resumed. I counted out a full minute and then continued getting out from underneath.As I brought my self up on to my knees I saw the beautiful face of Betty daubed gently in the soft moonlight that shone in through the window. She lay on her back, face up as she had been last time I had left her in bed. I moved my face in towards her. Her pussy had just the smallest of cracks with only a small tuft of straight brown hair to guide the way. The perfect ending to the most perfect wedding was when I plucked that flower.What I didn't take into account was the up-bringing and strong influence her parents had made on her. Maybe only twice a year she would dress up sexy for me. Usually on my birthday and Christmas. We had sex every Friday night between 11:00 pm and 11:30 pm. Always in the bedroom with the lights out. It seems that. Why were her nipples still so hard? I had never noticed that on her before.Over the next week I didn't get a chance to perve on her, as we had a lot of rain and wouldn't you know, it was mainly towards evening. So I had to make do with looking at the girly magazines again and bring myself off into tissues. Sure was heaps better when I could just let my spunk fly out and let it land on the ground. Something I noticed, mum was dressing a lot more casual around the house. Hardly ever wore a bra.