The wedding was quickly arranged and the wedding party was small. Just as the photograph Ada had seen on J. Harvey Kincaid’s nightstand was utterly ...evealing, so was the official wedding photograph. Everyone lined up on the verdant lawn outside the Gothic-style brownstone chapel—from the few in the groom’s family who deigned to make the trip to Washington from New Hampshire, including his two sour-faced old maid sisters, to Dan and Hugh Raven, to Aunt Martha and her Thaddeus, to even the groom. ..everything! i didnt know whether to be horny or ashamed. she scolded me for a good 10mins saying how wrong i was and literally shaming me for doing something so perverted and stupid. the irony is that she's sitting like a little slut on the couch, strutting her body around the house, undressing in front of me...what the fuck am i supposed to do? she's the reason for my perversions, tits,cleavage,ass,legs,pussy...i've seen it all flaunted in front of me, but now that im SEEKING this out, im. Ellen smiled as she looked at it now, noticing the way her nipples poked against the silky fabric of her dress and remembering how Ken’s hands had been sliding up her thighs as they had stumbled down the steps to their cabin that night. They had burst through the door, laughing like teenagers, hands all over one another. Ken had turned and pushed her against the door, kissing her mouth as she lifted a leg around him. His hands pulled up the hem of her dress, revealing her taut, stockinged thigh. Remembering his comment about being "young" at age thirty, I did think to ask him how long his species ordinarily lived. It turned out to be about double our lifespan, and gave me a fresh perspective on his unwillingness to accept his own death so prematurely.Mostly, though, he fell into his role as housecat so comfortably that there were times I actually forgot he wasn't a cat. There was one major exception; when I was doing a bit of sweeping up Thursday afternoon and making a pretty sketchy.