Ben's hands moved the garter up, as his son's fiancee continued to pull her wedding dress skirt up higher. He gasped softly as her lace stocking tops ...nd the attached white garter belt straps were revealed. He was sure he could smell her pussy now, and thought his heart would burst out of his chest. His hands stopped when the wedding garter was around her upper thigh... and he felt part of the dress fall down as Rachael's hand let go of it, to reach behind his head and guide her groom's. " But I-", she began, but felt that same black anguish descending on her again and quickly changed her mind. "Y-yes sir".She pulled off her sport bra and dropped it on top of her tee shirt. The chill air made her nipples stand up almost immediately, and she blushed in embarrassment."Very nice indeed", Aakarshan smiled, "but you shouldn't be so embarrassed. You have beautiful tits, dear girl. I love those puffy pink nipples. Be proud of them."He reached out with both hands and began to massage. But we were heavy drinkers then. A shot for laughs, and few more after that, plus the drinks in our hands. Who were we trying fool? Swapping cigarettes back and forth and praying it might taste of our mouths. It’s strange how I didn’t think of a****ls until you touched me. That night, on the hood of the van. Your hands over my own and on my neck. A phantom now, I still feel it. In my mind, like a shutter on a camera. Capturing bits and pieces of moments that alcohol did not deteriorate. We felt. I looked him straight in the eyes and asked, "What is it you want?"He knew before he came to my door that I would have to give in to him. My question was as good as a surrender. He looked a lot less nervous now. He shrugged and said, "Invite me in and let's talk about it."I glared at him. But he wasn't fazed by my sour expression. He already knew that he was going to get what he came here for and if I didn't like it so much the better. I was pretty certain that I already knew what it was that.