For the next two days we both stayed out of each other’s way, evidently she hadn’t said anything to dad, tomorrow was saturday and i wondered if s...e would do what i wanted her to do. As i lay in bed that night i got out my set of photos and played with my prick as i looked at them, trying to imagine the guy was me.I didn’t see much of karina on saturday, mum said she had gone into town, mum asked me if i had any plans for the evening, i told her i didn’t and that i would probably stay home, she. ” she said simply. “Show me.”I released and regathered her hair as I began to speak again. “Ok. I’ll walk you thru it. Let me move your head and I’ll show you the best way to be ready. Ok?”She nodded. “Ok.”I wrapped her hair in one hand and reached down and took my cock in the other. As I began to speak i pushed her head down toward my cock. “Ok. So you’re sucking me, and I’m starting to get close.” Her lips parted and I felt her warm mouth envelope my cock as I slowly pushed her head down. So the wedding night was arranged in her house as per the rituals and traditions. Coming to the story directly. The room was decorated beautifully with flowers and perfume. I was wearing a kurta and waiting in the room for her. She came with the glass of milk which both of us drank.She was not even lifting her head up as she was very shy and nervous. After drinking the milk we both sat on the bed. We kept on talking for about an hour. She was wearing a beautiful silk saree and some beautifully. She hemmed and hawed then looked at a note on the hall table. "He left this note" she said, then gave it to me."I'm not sure he is at these places, but it's the best I can give you!" she said. "Is everything OK, this doesn't seem like my Frankie?" Yeah, I feel real dumb, I never asked where to meet up with him, I guess he was used to people knowing where to go. I'm sorry Mrs. Faenza, I never asked him I'll have him call later and we will all laugh what a 'Stupido' I've been. Thank you for this.