Even if ... even if we managed to get three partnerships or whatever, it still doesn't really represent us. We're not three couples, we're ... we're u.... We're all in it together." So you're over here mourning the death of your wedding dreams then." Sorry, I didn't mean to drag the day down." That's OK. You feel how you feel. I'm sorry it's brought you down, for what it's worth. Can you enjoy the wedding anyway, do you think?" Don't be silly. Of course I'll enjoy the wedding." She smiled. It was only natural that adolescent judgment was tossed aside. She could appreciate the challenge the two children had encountered, it really wasn’t that different than what she had encountered when she was near their age.And quite frankly, she had to admit; she found the whole scene incredibly erotic. It had been all she could do not to reach down and fondle the boy, as he lay uncovered and helpless in his bed. His cock had softened from the stress of the situation, but it was still a nice. I knew that, since I don't wearheels and a skirt everyday, I would need every bit oftime I could find to appear comfortable in them. Ialso practiced with makeup, knowing that I would, atsome point during the day, have to repair some of whatI would be wearing. I painted and cleaned my nailsseveral times each day so I would be able to do themproperly without smudges or overprinting them andending up with nail polish on my fingers. The week before the party, I was as nervous as a longtailed cat. Her black boots were already off, and while the fingertips of my left hand gently caressed her soft neck, my other hand stroked the soles of her feet. She pushed me away and took her camisole top off to reveal small but perfect, firm and peachy breasts pushed together by a red lace bra. She pulled my top off too, and we held each other close while I kissed her neck and ears. I deftly unclasped her bra, held her shoulders and let her lean back as I kissed her breasts. She threw her head.