I whimpered a little, feeling a little sting of pain as he pushed forward more and he paused, letting me adjust some to his size, one of his hands mov...ng from my hip to the front of me. His thumb strummed slowly over my clit and I moaned softly as he started to work it in slow circles, pleasure rolling over me. God he was fucking talented, I thought, shutting my eyes again, leaning into his touch. I could almost hear his smile as his stroke picked up speed on my clit. I felt him push forward. "Yes we are!" Bea proclaimed definitively. Her father struggled but the pastor went on as if nothing was amiss. "And do you, Donald take Bea to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The pastor asked solemnly. Donald struggled and tried desperately to protest but Bea's hold on him was unwavering. "He said yes." Bea stated confidently. The pastor nodded happily "Then I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride." The pastor spoke and Bea grinned down to her shocked father. She let him pull. Deb thought she heard voices and looked around, she did not see anyone and the sound was gone so she went to the shoreline and got out to get another margarita. She could feel her head swimming from the first as she seldom drank anything. She felt good and got back into the water and then back up onto her float. This time she drank her drink a little faster. As she got out of the water she again thought she could hear somebody, but could not see anyone around and thought it was ridiculous to. Neither did she stop me gently tugging down her panties or turning her to face me. I was gentle, aware that her trembling anger may erupt any moment as I eased my head up, under the front of her skirt. Yet as my face neared her shaven pussy, an unfamiliar smell stopped me. At first I could not understand why her pussy smelt of cigarette smoke then I realized that he must have licked her pussy moments before. I stared in renewed wonder at her tight, brown slit. Her cunt lips so sweet, so hidden.