But with Aunt Mary to ride shotgun I thought that it would be all right. Aunt Mary didn't drive and Herb had lost his license because of excessive poi...ts and so they moved about by cab. While we were waiting for the cab to arrive I got Wendy ready to go and it was not an easy task."But I don't want to go. I'm having fun" and she called me a party pooper and a few other things that I was glad my parents didn't hear. When the cab arrived Aunt Mary and I managed to get Wendy into it with a minimum. "'Does she really expect me to do this? How much time will I have to put in a day? Would she really call off the wedding if I don't? Am I willing to risk that? No."'Can I argue terms? Is she really being unreasonable? Maybe I should look at this as a gesture of love rather than an assertion of control. If I let her get away with this, am I going to be giving in for the rest of our lives?"'What makes her think she has the right to do this? No, she's doing this because she's concerned; she wants. He always carries his pistol everywhere he goes. Nowadays you need a firearm because of this crazy world. When his daughter got done she came down and sat at the table. I gave her food as she looks at me embarrassed. “umm daddy you don't know what I was doing right? What do you mean baby? I mean the noises? Oh no, are you okay? Oh good then. Why were you doing something?” she freaked out for a moment coming up with a response. “N-no, daddy! I was not doing anything. Ha ha ha. Boy, are you. Both of them were whore dogs and loved to chase pussy. They had flirted with Joy whenever they ran into her at the bowling alley and I have no doubt that either one or both of them would have been more than happy to supply her with all the black cock she could handle should she decide she wanted some. And to be honest, watching her be mounted and fucked silly by one or both of them had been a fantasy of mine ever since I saw the way they hit on her. I don't know how she knew, but she had hit.