.."She cannot understand our tongue, but she understands the tone. She takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself. Her eyes are still pressed tight...y shut but her breathing slows as she forces herself to relax. I unfasten the brooches which close the straps of her apron-dress, and the heavy fabric falls to the floor to pile around her bare brown feet. I sweep her dark hair to one side and my nimble fingers attack the cord which laces closed her linen shift. I watch my husband's face as it. I was very quickly aroused by the way she was trying to be so discreet but yet never stopped when another guest walked through the room. She sank into the tub in front of him and looked at me several times before she put her mouth on him and then started to take him in her mouth. Unexpectedly I was extremely beside myself and energized by watching her suck a black guys dick. He was really feeling the joy as well as she was picking up the pace with her head bobbing in n out of the water. I. We got out of the van and headed for the lobby door. I reminded Christi to pull down her skirt. She was so out of it that she didn't notice that her ass was hanging out. She quickly straightened herself up. As we walked through the lobby, heads turned in Christi's direction. Although she had straightened her dress, it still revealed more than it hid. The fact that Christi's face was flushed and her hair was fluffed up from all the groping, made it clear to all observers that seriously heavy sex. But our wedding will be Sunday. Just those who need to be involved." You, me, Peter." I'm shaking. I'm getting married on Sunday.The rest of the week is a fog. I'm getting married on Sunday. But I can't tell anyone that. The crews all give me shit about having cold feet three months before the wedding being understandable if you about to marry the wicked witch of the fuckin' east.Chapter 6Sunday, after church, Peter goes home with me. Ame is reading to Granddad when we get there. He doesn't.