I pushed her to skirt up out of the way and leaned forward so I could taste her, my tongue licking along her crack opening her lips up, her taste was ...weet and soon my tongue was pushing just inside of her. I felt her hand on the back of my head directing me where she wanted me, she pushed until my tongue touched her clit, she moaned and pushed my head hard keeping my tongue on her clit, I lapped, licked and sucked it as hard as I could.I slid two fingers into her pussy and pushed them in deep,. I planned to be a sexy bride. I left a small case for my “going-away” clothes in the room. I told the girls that Jam and I would change together before leaving though at the reception rather than here. The girls all had similar royal blue dresses that looked good on them. That included Mo even though she wouldn’t be part of the processional. I had brought her dress and insisted she wear it. All of them looked great which was my plan.We could hear the church’s massive pipe organ. I looked at. He chided himself at that: she needed someone to drive her to collect the car. What was wrong with him, he asked himself. He did not wait for an answer."Angela!" he smiled with enthusiasm, "You came back. Come for the car?"She hugged him to her and kissed his cheek, "For the car and to see you again. I seem to be fated to leave you unexpectedly."She indicated Greta, "Joseph may I introduce Greta, my best friend. Greta this is Joseph." So this is the man you've been raving about?" Greta said. Who knows what the coming months will bring for this twisted mom and family?Epilogue (part 1 of 2)What I write from here on is complete speculation; a total product of my imagination. I've projected forward one year from now. Megan is almost seventeen and Jason is nineteen. He's been home for the summer and we're getting him ready for his second year of college. None of what follows has happened, nor do I have any idea if things will go this way at all. But that's just the way my mind works. My.