"What is wrong, girl?" I asked as my mind raced."I... I am not fit to be in the king's chambers looking like this, m'lord" she stammered as she looked...back down to her apron.I had seen my father once hit a girl with the back of his hand for having a single drop of wine stain her dress. I was not like my father. "It does not bother me, girl... You have always been most kind to me and a persons dress reveals so much less than that" I said, to reassure her. She wasn't. So I changed my plan of. Her miniskirt was tight and short and her small cotton top showed some cleavage. She had rolled the bottom of her top up to the V-neck and tucked everything under her magnificent breasts. She took my free hand and walked us to an exit. As we walked toward her house she said that I needed to know something but that I couldn’t tell anyone else. Of course I agreed without knowing what I was getting into.Charlotte then told me, “Well my father and I have sex every day and I sleep in his bed every. " mom said. "Hmm..." Father Wilcox said thoughtfully. "If you two are in love, you should think about making it permanent." Father Wilcox suggested. Mom rushed the store and got herself a wedding gown that night. Next day, mom and I reached the church early. Father Wilcox was ready for us. "Thank you Father for saving our lives." mom said as she stood in full bridal makeup and dress. I also had my tux on. "We have written our own vows." I said. "Go ahead/." Father Wilcox said. "Why you first. Towards the end of the corridor you notice a snooker room. Once in the snooker room, Hugo swings you around, takes you in his arms and kisses you passionately. His lips are warm and soft on yours. His hands firm on your waist. He lifts you up and sits you on the cushion of the table whilst he continued to kiss you. You can feel his cock hard against your inner thigh. You can feel your body giving in to his. You are totally lost in his kisses as his hands run up and down your back. You can feel.