I felt her fingertips on my neck. We kissed and I again tasted her salty tears. I caressed the cheeks of her pert behind before pressing her against m... erection. Erection? I had not even realised I had one.We sank to the floor. Of all the rooms in the house we chose the kitchen, the one room that had no carpet, only a cold, hard, unyielding, ceramic floor. She was now on her back on this unforgiving surface, her skirt hooked up on something, her femininity fully on show. I positioned myself so. When the noise had died down, Trevor joined them in the middle, and they all linked arms to process back to the door and outside. A marquee tent was outside and to the side. Under it were tables laden with finger food, as well as a serving table for plates of hot food, so guests could have a choice, or both. A top table was set for the wedding party quintet, but they first of all lined up to welcome the guests as they decanted from the chapel, with Trevor first, then each of the girls in age. ....He pulled back making me think maybe he was going to stop then he slammed forward right through my hymen I screamed it hurts please take it out it hurts! but he didnt he started moving in and out of my pussy telling me what a good girl i was to make her daddy feel so so good! and that soon he was going to fill me with his cum but not untill I cam on his cock.....daddy no it still hurts I dont want to cum for you! he started rubbing my clit while he continued fucking my pussy and it stopped. In another month’s time, I changed her into a modern horny woman.Her home gowns came to just spaghetti gowns that ended till her thighs without undergarments. She started wearing jeans and tops and padded bras, which made her cleavage look even hotter. She would come out of the bath with a towel wrapped around her.Sometimes she would wear side cut gowns, and her pussy would be visible. In that one month, I also stacked my clothes in her house. I would also wear transparent slips and hot shorts.