“I swallowed it,” she said shyly. “I didn’t know what else to do with it. I didn’t want to make a mess. Is that okay?”Bill rolled his head...toward her. “I want to marry you now, tonight. We can wake up the preacher.”She laughed happily.“I was afraid I wouldn’t like it,” she said. “But I do. I think I’m going to want to do that a lot. Is that all right?”“Honey,” he panted. “You’ll never get any argument from me.”“You’re not mad at me for ruining that part of our honeymoon ... are you?”“I forgive. One caught my eye and ushered me over. I looked around checking it was me he was looking at. He repeated his hand gesture, even flashing a cheeky grin my way. My curiosity got the better of me as I changed direction and walked towards them. They were sat on a bench, and as I approached I noticed the other two looking me up and down, checking me out. “What’s your name?” the boy who ushered me over seemed to be the dominant of the group. “Christine, but everyone calls me Christy,” was my shy. “I take the pill religiously and I’ve never even had a scare. I’ve been sleeping around like this for three years, but I didn’t stop thinking of myself as a slut until recently. I came to terms with my sexuality, lost about 15 pounds, and never looked back.” As she finished her story she smiled, then began to disentangle herself from me. I must have looked disappointed, because she felt the need to reassure me.“Oh don’t worry, I’ll give you one more orgasm before I go. Now where was that. The early afternoon was met with laughter and love, merriment and joy, as everyone ate and drank well. Once there was a consensus that the guests were finished eating, Peadair rose and quieted the guests. ‘It’s time fer entertainment, so let the pipers play a fling and bring oot the dancers.’ The pipers rose from their seats and filled the pipes bladders. The skirl rose, as they tuned together and began to play, along with the pipes and drums of the minstrels. In moments, four girls in tartan.