What my child and I now shared felt so good, so real. We bonded like mother, daughter, lover and wife.Afterwards, I lay snuggled with Mindy, blissful ...nd content. We were silent, perhaps knowing that the time for words was later. Mindy peacefully returned to her slumber. I soon drifted off myself, vaguely aware that the storm was subsiding.As dawn began to illuminate the world outside, I awakened, Mindy's little hand resting on my breast. I moved, ever so slightly, and her sleepy eyes fluttered. Rina was crying. I was livid. I decided to share our feeling with the two of them.We stationed ourselves just behind the opening of the curtain. I wanted them to see us standing there listening to them as they came back in.“Sam! Rina!” said a startled Abigail.“Don’t worry about our wedding folks. You’re not invited,” I said.“Sam! Please!” she said. “Rina!”“The one thing I would like to say here, Abigail, is that I am so glad that I’m not married to a low class person like you. Have a miserable. Janelle stared at him. “You aren’t serious,” she said. Dennis took some time to respond. “Why wouldn’t I be?” he said. “Because I can never tell if you’re being serious or not. Everything seems ironic to you. Like a joke or something.” “Maybe I find everything ironic and funny and serious.” Dennis played the game. Janelle looked at the mattress. She stood and took her jeans from the floor. She noticed her right bra strap was twisted. She flipped it around the right way. She pulled on her black. You're an exhibitionist remember. Look even your nipples are stiff."I blushed some more and reached down with both hands and parted my pubic hair. So far they had only seen how large an area was covered by my pubic triangle. Now, as I parted my hair they got to see just how thick and deep it was too. As my labia started to come into view it showed just how much hair there really was down there. One guy said "If you shaved her you could restuff that old sofa of yours." That got a lot of laughs..