The next morning, Rob, Dad, and I dressed in our Tuxedos. We went to the yard and sat with our guests while waiting for the ceremonies to begin. At el...ven, everyone took their seats. We decided Kelly and I would be first so her Dad could walk her down the aisle and give her away. I stood with Keith at my side, watching the deck off the kitchen.When the DJ started playing the bridal march, all eyes looked up at the deck. Kelly and her Dad stepped out of the house, causing me to gasp at her. She picked up her blouse and bra from the sink, and crooked her finger to Daniel before opening the bathroom door.Sandra strutted, letting her denim-clad ass sway for his eyes. He followed, as if in a trance, holding up his jeans as he walked. Sandra knew exactly where she was going, and a crooked grin spread across her face as she walked through the back room to the produce area.The produce manager constantly hit on her, and had obviously slept through the sexual harassment video. She just. " Because your mom needs to know something like this is going on," I said."No she doesn't," she snipped back. "It is my life, not hers." Bree, sex is something that is a very serious matter. I thought your mom had pretty much impressed that on you. You both seem pretty comfortable talking to one another about it. I really don't think you would be in any trouble. She will probably just make sure you don't have any questions and tell you to take it easy for awhile." I don't want to take it easy. If she hadn’t said it like a complete cunt, she could have escaped my wrath.“Pot calling the kettle black, as my grandfather would say. Your puffy nipples are rock hard, and you’re so wet that your little tiny white bikini bottoms are transparent. Since you cut the modesty panel out, they aren’t hiding your hard clit, plumped up pussy lips, and river of juices about to drip onto the floor,” I told her. “I think your brothers are about to get whiplash from checking out your bald beaver throught.