..boyfriend," she told me, then threw her head back to try to look at my face, struggling to focus. "I've got a boyfriend, and he is... I love... I ca...'t do...with other..."She didn't finish, couldn't bring the words out."Can't do this?" I asked, demonstrating as I kissed her neck and her ears."Hmmm..." she agreed with eyes closed, "can't...do...this."I reached up under her t-shirt and undid her bra at the back. She tried to squirm to stop me but could not get her limbs to perform the most. He was everything she could ever want—gentle, kind, a good listener, a real gentleman. She was attracted to him in every way. Jack was tall, thin but muscular, strong and athletic. She loved watching him play basketball with the guys, work on the yard, build things. He was the definition of manhood to her. Tomorrow was their wedding day and they were at the rehearsal dinner with family and friends. She noticed him staring at her across the table and had this complete feeling of joy and. "I'll fucking divorce him, and take everything he has! That'll show him not to fuck with me!" she cried waving her fist angrily."Or..." i then said, having another idea."Maybe you should just do an eye for an eye?" i then suggested."An eye for an eye?" she asked looking puzzled."Yeah, if he can fuck around, maybe... you could as well?" i then suggested.This was going really well, i was going to fuck up my uncles world, and he'd be so busy trying to set things straight with Auntie Anne, he'd. Nice..." Chris agreed and he put his hands on my hips but I laughed and pulled them off."No touching ... I'm going to fuck you..." I moved slowly. " ... Just me ... fucking ... you..." I want to touch you..." Chris breathed."I know," I giggled. "That's ... Uhmmm ... What's nice about it..." Jesus..." Chris swallowed thickly and his hands just kind of hovered around; he was unsure what to do with them."Here ... Hold mine..." I held my hands down for him and Chris found them quickly, our fingers.