This was the final fitting before the wedding on Saturday at ten in the morning at the only church Miss Harriett July Smith had ever attended; soon be...the only church Robert Dale Moses attended -- the First Methodist Church of Clarkson. We had always attended First Baptist and Daddy commented to Mama that he didn't know what a forty-something Baptist could do with a Methodist -- much less a nineteen-year-old Methodist that was a Smith. Mama gave him one of her looks and told him to hush such. To satiate your lusts in me. She knows you've stared at me. That you've wanted me.” I quivered. “Isn't she such a loving wife? She's nothing like the slut I am.”“You are such a slut,” he groaned. “Allah's messenger, yes! Such a hot cunt. I'm going to dump my cum into you.”“Do it, Daddy!” I moaned.Every word we spoke made me feel more and more like a slut. A complete and abject whore. A huge smile burst across my lips. I reveled in it. My orgasm swelled faster and faster, driven as much by what. I am just doing this so I won't lose my scholarship." I see," I said vaguely and then instructed, "Mike fuck her. Mike slid his cock into her pussy. After a couple minutes of pounding, Ashley began moaning. I then said, "Mike pull out." Ashley looked up at me annoyed and I asked, "What?"Ashley babbled, "Ummm ... I..."I teased, "Were you enjoying a black cock in your white pussy?"Frustrated, Ashley admitted, "Yes dammit. Fine, does that make you happy?"I sarcastically said, "Thrilled. Now beg. "This is Christine, Anna, Wendy, and Joanne," I introduced the girls to him, "this is Dave, my boyfriend." Fiance," Dave murmured to me, "that is if you want" This is Dave, my Fiance," I corrected myself.All four girls stared open-mouthed at this announcement. All four tried talking at once before Christine shushed them."Your Fiance?" she queried, "since when?" Since about ten minutes ago," I told her, smiling happily, "Dave is taking me home. See you Monday."As we were leaving the club, I.