Then she would disappear off to the bathroom. There must be something wrong with her? She seemed fine whenever I looked at her, but maybe she was just...putting on a brave face. Whenever she noticed that I was starring at her, she would smile back at me, the cutest and most amazing smile of all time that sent my heart hammering with joy.The day just seemed to drag on and on. Every time I glanced at my phone, I would swear time should be going faster. When I wasn't watching Jessie or fantasizing. Black nylons and shoes, with a set of white pearls around her neck, accompanied her dress. Thank God I bought her a wrist corsage, because I would have no idea just where to pin a corsage on her dress.We had a great time at the party. A cocktail hour, followed by dinner is wonderful. The meal tastefully served. Afterwards we danced the night away, with a big kiss at midnight. The party started to wind down around 1:00 a.m., and we said our goodbyes to the people at our table and left.I took her. The house is three stories high, plus it has a very large basement, and looks like a mix between a mansion and an ordinary house. The walls painted with a dark orange and the frames are painted in white, as is the door. The house lies relatively isolated on a piece of expensive property with a view over the fjord and a large garden. By the door hung a wooden sign with the words: "Home of Robert & Hildegun Walker". Opening the door, you can't help but think: Not anymore! And instead of the. “Mine,” I grinned.“With all those stuffed animals?” Zoey shook her head, a fond smile on her lips. “Okay. I don’t think I’ve been in your room in a year or more. It’s good to see you out of it.”I nodded my head and we hurried to my room. Already, I could hear our mom and aunt moaning as Clint enjoyed their bodies down the hall. My cunny gave a wet itch as Zoey and I entered my room. I closed the door behind us, cutting off most of the sounds.Zoey flopped down on my bed, her big tits bouncing. A.