She never asked about my job or seemed to show any interest in how much money I had. Now I was going to have to tell her I could not afford to spend m...ney on new clothes. With my monthly credit card bills for all of the hotels and motels and dinners out I barely had enough money left to pay my mortgage and car payment. I didn't want to tell her that I couldn't afford to buy new clothes."I really don't need any new clothes," I said."I want to buy you some," she said. "I want you to look good. Stands next to the groom at the ceremony. Makes a toast at the reception. Soaps the words, 'Just Married' on the trunk or rear window of the groom's getaway car, or makes a cardboard sign. Can't cover the license plate, though. Can you handle it?"I think I can handle that," she grinned. "Are you staying here or going out of town for the honeymoon?" Why? Are you thinking of inviting some bachelors to a party if I'm gone?" I asked, making a stern face.She just laughed again. "No, nothing like. I promised him I'd never tell anybody as long as he promised to let me come visit him and make me cum. That went on every night till mom and dad come home.A couple of nights later I woke up and my dad was standing looking at me. It was a hot night and I was laying there in just my panties and they were soaked from me cumming thinking of my Uncle Bob and the things we did. My hand was still in my panties from me falling asleep exhausted from cumming so much. As my eyes adjusted to the light. Every time he touches me I used to scold him. After some time I thought scolding him is useless and left him touch my body. In our journey, I think he caught me for nearly 33 times.The car is moving slowly and I got drowsy and I didn’t know how I got slept. When I woke up, I was sleeping on the car seat and Vicky was on me, on my breasts and chewing them. I pushed him aside and shouted for the driver. But as usual he was nowhere. I cried for him so many times. Every time I shout Vicky slapped.