After potty games were done, she led me back to the bedroom. We lay down, and I started my foreplay routine. I lightly bit one nipple, while gently sq...eezing the other. She began to purr. I switched to kissing her neck, while gently twirling her clit. She began humping my leg, so I slid down, and began to lovingly eat her delicious pussy. Once again she wound up pushing me away in exhaustion.We rolled over, and in the doggie position, I thrust my raging boner into her swamplike pussy, and gave. When Bobby escorted her down the aisle in the little church, she looked absolutely radiant, smiling broadly at the assembled people in the pews.The service was over before I realized it. We had said the words, but Paul was right. We were already married before this. Our commitment wasn't any greater with the blessing of the church or society in general. We were deeply in love with each other and this ceremony was more for the benefit of our families and friends.The reception, like the wedding,. If boys tended to treat Quentin and Larry like punching bags, thereaction of girls was a little more complicated. Some girls laughed atthem, and encouraged bullies to beat them up. But others felt compassionfor the the two boys, and two girls in particular fell into this group,and their names were Roberta and Connie.They noticed that the two boys were gentler, kinder, and actually a lotof fun compared to the big bruising types, and so tried to include thetwo boys in everything they did. As a. ”“And Betsie?”“She ... wanted to know what happened. She even wanted to know who it was that accused me. We had been close before all the crap and the divorce, and ... she asked her mother about it. Why, for instance, I wasn’t in jail because of it. Her mother told her she didn’t believe I was as innocent as I claim. I told her she could call my accuser. And she did.”“And she realized you were innocent.”“Yes. She said she wanted to run away. I convinced her not to. But her mother gave into her..