Mom, Dad, and Daisy, along with my Aunt May and Uncle David—my godparents even though I rarely attended Catholic Mass—were my guests. They were m... closest relatives. I could see the pride in their faces once we met after the ceremony had ended.Mom, Dad, and I attended the undergrad ceremony at 1:00 that afternoon. There were a lot of undergrads—several thousand—so the ceremony was long—long and boring, but I suspected that all such ceremonies were no better. We celebrated with Daisy once it. He was looking at my face. I was trying to avoid looking into his eyes.I knew I would fail to stop myself if I got a little closer. He was shifting in his place. From the corner of my eyes, I scanned his trousers and could feel a little bulge in his dick area. I could feel my pussy twitching inside my panty. My heart rate increased manifold with the thought of his cock.I got up, and my legs gave away. I sat back. But when I sat back, I sat a little closer to him. Our legs were touching now. I. At that moment, I barely noticed his hands grasp my upper arms because of my intense focus on his green eyes, which grew slowly closer to my own as he moved to kiss me again. His now familiar lips felt soft and warm when they touched mine. He was a really good kisser and I felt my legs weaken just a little in his embrace. As the pressure of his kiss increased, I turned my head slightly and pressed back harder in reply. One of his hands now slid upward and grasped the back of my neck while his. I ran into some rough country pretty soon though, so it took me six days to get to Ft. Smith. I looked up the local command center and reported in. They agreed with me that I was operating under crazy orders, but we all shrugged and let it be.I spent two days in Ft. Smith letting my horse catch his breath before I headed north again. The country I soon ran into was rough enough that the trail really wandered about, so it took me another week to reach Missouri. Around here, I couldn't see that.