Mike stepped back and got a good look at Jenny. She looked fantastic. He too was a bundle of nerves, but now he just tried to enjoy the moment. His co...k was already beginning to stir, as he looked starry-eyed at her. She was so sexy with the black dress and stockings on. He tried to stay focused but just started to think what was under that dress and what this evening would bring. Jenny smiled; she felt she could read his thoughts. She certainly noticed a bulge begin to form in his pants. She. He was the One, the Only One. How could that have not been obvious to him after everything I’d put up with, after all the times I came back to try again. Here, now, I pull him into a closet and lock the door. I get on my knees and unfasten his tuxedo pants, struggling to reach the zipper under his ridiculous purple cummerbund. By this time the mother of the bride has gotten wind of what’s happening and she’s enlisted the help of the maid of honor to batter the goddamn door down before it’s too. She pushed her head forward and kissed me on the lips I did the same. At first are kisses were tender but closed lipped but we progressed to kissing with our mouths open and then with our tongues – several times we bumped our noses and laughed as we adjusted to continue our kiss, it helped to break any last inhibitions to what we were doing. Soon we were really making out with full ‘french kissing’ she was also caressing my body with her hand as we kissed passionately, she even placed my hand. .. I really have nothing else to say, except please do not do this to me again.”“You’re not running screaming from the room, either,” I said, feeling equally odd. “Okay, fine. Stacy Childers, current settings.”Calmness returned to her face and she relaxed noticeably.“Thank God that’s over,” she sighed. “I don’t know why you’d do that to us. God, daddy, making me want it is a big, big difference. I love being your lover who can still pretend to be your daughter. But I can’t have either one taken.