His hands smooth over my hot flesh, occasionally squeezing my tender cheeks. He starts talking to me, telling me how he’s wanted to do this all year... Wanted to teach me what being a dirty little tease would get me. Hands spread my thighs, fingers sliding up and down my slippery slit. A finger pushes roughly inside my wet hole. He leans over me and whispers in my ear, tells me that he likes how wet I am for him. I moan and he smacks my ass again. He whispers to me that he’s going to fuck me. See what I got, Dad? Theresa, I did it. I married her. Laramie, doesn’t she remind you of Kat? They were all there and they were all happy.Early Sunday morning, Ashley’s brother took us to the airport. He had to catch a flight home so we were on the first leg from Laramie to Denver together. It was going to take almost as long to get from Laramie to Salem by flying as it did driving. But Ashley and I were on our honeymoon, so we booked a couple nights in a fancy hotel in Portland and then Phil. And we did talk, for hours. She had begun by explaining to me that what I was doing was perfectly normal, perfectly natural, and nothing that I should ever, ever be ashamed at doing. I remembered asking her."You mean...you do it too?" I asked innocently. Again remembering that as we'd so often done before, being free to talk to her about things we already had, and things we soon would be, that my question didn't really shock her, or upset her, though perhaps surprising her to some degree when I. He had intended to get to the theater about 9:00pm. He brought a cheap folding chair that he could sit in while waiting for the opening of the doors. Then he would just leave the chair outside. If it was there when he came out he'd pick it up. If not, fine, it was cheap. Everything was planned except the flat tires. He left the house even earlier than he had planned and was driving down the expressway, across town, to the best theater showing the movie. A long trip but worth it.Halfway there,.