He looked like he lost his puppy."It wasn't 11:10 p.m. when Beth came home, but it wasn't much later.Amber had talked on the phone with her boyfriend ...or almost four hours and we didn't get started on her project.Beth came straight to my apartment after parking her car."I saw that girl on the way out here," she said. "Did she just leave?"I told her she left a few minutes ago.Beth started looking around and saw my bedroom door closed. She walked over and opened it."Your bed was made so nicely. "You look prettier when you're crying anyway."She did. It was true. She let her eyes begin to water. She knew they were tears of happiness, and she squelched the thought that they meant anything else at all.As the bridal march began to plan, her father adjusted his trousers and took his cock out. Fucktwat reached down with one hand and took it, and together they began to walk up the aisle, Fucktwat rhythmically pumping her father's dick as they walked. The two of them had practiced this. ’ ‘I am sure.’ ‘This, you and me.’ She restlessly ran her fingers along his palm. ‘This feels right. Like, like I know that I’m supposed to be here. And I trust my gut. I do. Thank God. But being with you, it’s wonderful, and it’s comfortable, and you just look at me and it makes me feel all warm and tingly.’ ‘Warm and tingly?’ he captured her hand again, bringing her fingertips to his mouth, kissing each one. ‘Is this something you’ve remembered? Or something that you’ve just sort of stumbled. She opened it and saw Brad, looking sexy in a purple polo and tan shorts. He smiled at her and said, “You look sexy as hell.”She smiled back and said, “Come on in.”She made him some coffee and they made some small talk, eventually, he asked, “May I see the rest of the house?”She smiled, catching his meaning and said, “Sure thing.” She showed him some of the rooms, carrying on the façade of an actual house tour, all while building up sexual tension.Finally, they got to her and her husband’s.