It had always been my fantasy to do my first dance with my new husband at my reception, with a coloured mans semen running down my inner thigh and sta...ning my bridal gown as it seeped from my unprotected cunt, and as I sat next to him at the top table then waltzed on the floor, leaving small spots of his warm cum, as evidence of my betrayal.Some might state this is a beautiful sickness for a woman to have as they selfishly try to catch my eye for their turn to fuck me, I just find it hard to. All that resolve went up in smoke, whoosh, gone.I leaned down and our lips touched, just touched and it was magic. I pulled away and saw that Claire had a dreamy look on her face.That was all it took to banish any objections I might have come up with. So much for me taking control and putting a stop to our imminent relationship. Not only hadn't I put a stop to it, I had transgressed and carried what was nothing but thought and gave it physical expression. Claire was happy. I kissed her again,. You’re—’ Nancy muttered. ‘I was figuring I’d be up half the night getting this together anyway,’ Steve said with a laugh. ‘Another hour or two won’t matter much.’ ‘Here, dear,’ Steve’s wife said as she returned from the kitchen. ‘Here is a mug of hot chocolate and a few Christmas cookies. I called Doc Watson. He was at his daughter’s house, but he said he’d be over within a half hour. I’ll go call Joe Timberman now.’ ‘It looks worse than it is,’ Doc Watson said as he finished cleaning the gash. Further I announced that all employees of the airfield would still have a job. Little did I know but that meant only one person, Charles (Chuck), who was an A&E Mechanic. Since there was not a lot of work for him at the airport I had him doing maintenance on all of our cars.While I was filing the papers concerning the airfield I looked at the survey of the property. I was surprised to note that the border of the property abutted a parcel owned by none other than Greg Thomas. Hey, that's me. So.