She could already feel her nerves buzzing. If it was just over and done with... Oh well, the bride was supposed to look forward to the ceremony. After...all, it was her big day.Somehow she got through the week of meetings, spiced with a nightly phone call to Evan. There were a lot of things involved in being a Territory Manager. She'd have to do some selling, too, and probably take the lead on bra fittings, at least for a while. She smiled at that. Same old--same old. Some things just didn't. You could see my tiny white lace panties through the teddy, and you could see my light pink nipples as well. As hard as they were, you couldn't miss them. I looked good, but I imagined that I wouldn't stay looking that good for long.I heard noises downstairs. I heard knocks on the door and the doorbell ringing what seems like far too many times. I could hear voices and rough male laughter. I knew that any minute, I was going to be called downstairs, and I was terrified and excited. Just then. Throughout dinner, my lover whispered dirty talk, her breasts dangling every time she bent forward to chat.“You think they realize I am not wearing knickers? That guy is staring at my tits. I am sure I am making him horny. Maybe he will finally give his wife a good fuck tonight.”“Vera, I did not know you were like this,” I responded with faux surprise.“I was a sexy minx before, but lost my drive when I was with Timo. Now I am back with a bounce,” she smiled.We shagged like bunnies that night.We. I was hoping that knowledge would get me in to her pants. Not a chance. She had two children Sean, the oldest at 19, and Stacy at 18. Sean was always happy to work on my Fiat Spyder to fix anything that went wrong. And something always went wrong. The acronym for Fiat was true, “Fix It Again Tony”. The result was that I was often at their house. Stacy was almost a complete image of her mother except that she was still carrying baby fat and was a few inches taller than her mom. She definitely.