. “Jerry, please excuse us. We’ll be sure and attend your next performance in the lounge later.”“Go right ahead, Mr. Murchison. I hope you, Ca...herine and Greta can work it out so all of you can be happy together.”“Thank you, Jerry Helton ... Thank you for more reasons than I can possibly tell you in public.”I walked into the dining room with Sherry on one arm and Greta on my other. There were maybe twenty couples already sitting at tables scattered around the large room, and all of them stood. Ryan sat on the bedspread, wondering.Jen sat on the toilet, crying."What's the matter, honey?" Karen asked.She shook her head, then told her. "I-I got my period," she stumbled. "I've never gotten it before." Oh, honey!" Karen exclaimed, giving her a hug."I don't know what to do," she cried."Well, first of all, let me get you something," said Karen. "I'll be right back," she explained, leaving.When his mom walked out, Ryan jumped up."What is it?" he demanded. "What's the matter?"His mom just. He flushed as he mentioned Betty and thoughts of them having sex quickly flashed though his mind. Then Fred returned to the moment, sat down and gestured to Jean that it was her turn. She gulped the last of her third drink before standing up. Her hands were shaking as she stuck her thumbs into her waistband and lowered her panties till they fell to the floor. Instinctively she dropped her hands and held them in front of her pussy. Her heart was beating wildly and she found it hard to catch her. As a result I was always super horny and considerably frustrated. Several boys from my hometown, who had in the past shared my favors, were always sniffing around, but even though I was sorely tempted, I figured if Henry could wait until the wedding, so could I.The day of our wedding I was extremely antsy, wanting to get all the ceremonial bullshit out of the way so we could get to the bedroom, but with both family and friends all over the place we had to go through all the motions. By the time.