I stopped mid-cheek, Lisa giving me that devilish stare and not stopping me. I pulled it up to expose her bare ass then quickly covered her again.“I...don’t think we’d appreciate spending our wedding night in separate jail cells,” I kidded.“And I don’t think our families would be too impressed either but Donna would probably laugh her ass off.”We returned to our table, and again my lap became her seat. I motioned her legs astride mine, and the hem gone, allowed her bare pussy for clear. Shit, mom and dad are going to go nuts. Hell, I'm going to go nuts!"Jumping up from his computer, Donnie danced a jig round his bedroom. Rory eyed his antics for a second and then decided his young master was being silly and he simply rested his head on his paws once more and closed his eyes.The envelope containing his results arrived two days later and Donnie's guess as to his parents reaction was if anything an underestimate. His father didn't say very much – but then he always was a man of. I immediately tried to step back out of his reach but he gripped my forearm and pulled me forward. As he did his other hand came up and slapped me soundly across the face. It was what the inmates referred to as a 'bitch slap', and it really stung. My eyes started to water.Eddie took a handkerchief out of his pocket and put it to my teary eyes."Now Michele, don't cry; I would hate to ruin all the hard work that Carmel did with your makeup," he said."Just behave yourself and there will be no more. After five short minutes, she walked out on me.You can imagine my mood for the rest of the night. I was just standing at the bar, pissed off and ready to jump in a fight. I soon had the chance.I was sipping my drink when I felt a hand grabbing my butt and a rough whispering voice by my era “Hey k**, how about coming in the bathroom with me? I’ll give you a dink far better than that vodka of yours…” I was astonished…First of all, I wasn’t a k**. I was eighteen since last midnight. Secondly, I.