"Ready for your wedding day, princess?"They had set me up. Even before the cruise, Stan and Steven had arrangedit all, including researching the love...y liberal marriage laws in Belize.It wouldn't be legal in the States, of course, but we would be married.I was going to be a bride. Today. For the last time, Steven did mymakeup. He had brought a complete set of bridal lingerie: whitestockings, corset, panties, and little silver heeled sandals. Then hehelped me into the beautiful lace overlay. In the mirror, I watched teach finger disappear into the narrow entrance of my honey pot, one by one, until I was moaning in delight. I was so hot, I had to get off. I carded not if the camera was watching or if anyone could hear me moaning softly. I was beyond waiting, I needed relief, as I was so turned on by these guys looking me up and down as I modeled revealing outfits for my Poppy. My fingers were completely buried inside my hungry pussy, looking in the mirror, as I watched them. They had taught each other about sex, and in the process, had learned about giving and receiving. That giving and receiving was the essence of loving. She only hoped that she had taught him enough.It was surprising to Janelle that she did not feel like crying. She was sad that they were separated, but felt that he would be happy in the future. That his happiness colored her own sadness was a surprise to her. And she gave a short sigh after a few minutes watching over the sleeping boy.Cutie was. I poked the bolts through the ceiling and Dom put the washers and nuts on. Another scrounge around the workshop came up with a coil of rope. We soon had two trapezes hooked up and Ernie was happy he could be a bit more independent.With that job out of the way I made a pot of tea and we sat back for a break. My bum had just hit the seat when a van pulled into the yard."Wonder who that is?" said Ernie."Dunno but we'll soon find out as she's coming this way ... ah ... I know her, she's the.