Venezia smiled reassuringly. ‘You’ll get your perfect wedding,’ she murmured. For several weeks, Karmella’s life had been so tiring. She’d b...en getting very little sleep. Even in her dreams, she was making bridal decisions and solving wedding day problems! She didn’t want to use any more of her dwindling energy to think about what was happening. Surely it was all right to just do what Venezia told her to do. She put everything but the terrific sensations between her legs out of her mind.. He ground his cock against her hands which she curled into fists. It was so wrong, so humiliating, and yet she could feel her nipples stiffen into hard aching buds in the leather confines of her coat. Between her legs, it was not only the rainwater which was dripping down, glossing her naked thighs as she rubbed them together. He took her roughly above one elbow and spun her around, drawing her towards him and she tottered forward on her spike heels. He led her away. “Come with me,” he. There was no sign of Joan or Marcie downstairs, but faint sounds came drifting from Joan's room. With a private grin Sam climbed the stairs and knocked on the door."Is that you, Sam?" Joan called from inside."Yeah, it's me," he answered."Well, what are you waiting for? Come in."Sam entered to find Joan and Marcie in bed together, their clothing scattered about the floor. Joan was propped up on a couple of pillows, cradling Marcie in her arms; Marcie suckled at one of Joan's tits, for all the. She left the house, locking it behind herself and sat in her car, letting her mind traverse time, back to her high school years. My drive was so strong that I could no longer hide it, even from myself, and I went to my room and dressed. The long nights of continued dreaming of what was not. The hours of frustrating anger at myself and the years of my inner knowledge finally took their toll. I spent some of my money, buying the few things I needed, my mind no longer able to resist. It took.