So stay tuned. Thank you for the unconditional love shown by you all. I will never forget this till the end of my life.Here I continue with my story. ...he bright morning sun illuminated the bedroom as it beamed through the panoramic windows. I had never been awakened by the sunlight in my room before and couldn’t understand why this was happening. It was only when I got out of the bed that I realized I was not in my room.This was my wedding night room. The passionate memory of lovemaking to my. "Hmmm," I Mumbled, not really sure how to respond, "Probably, yeah." Had my best friend just admitted to me wanting to kiss another girl? Properly kissing a girl? I think she had. She was still looking at me, I could practically feel her gaze on the side of my face. "Jenna, you don't think that's, weird, do you?" she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. "No, of course I don't," I replied, trying to act all cool and nonchalant about it. I really didn't think it was weird at all, I had just. Fortunately he had insisted Fiona meet with them too - she was after all the artistic one in the family. It was largely her who chose the best pitch and agreed what would be produced by way of a promotional booklet for St Mungo's Heights. She was able to discuss options quite knowledgeably and felt that the final product would serve its purpose well.Eventually the constant stress of waiting for the hammer to fall, of jumping every time he imagined the police were at the door, wore him down.. When I was finished I turned around and got more comments when the young men saw that they could clearly see my tits and slit.Of course they tried to hit on me but all I wanted was for them to look and appreciate the sight. When 1 of them put a hand on 1 of my tits he instantly regretted it as I gave him a quick chop to his stomach. I nearly regretted doing that as for a couple of seconds I thought that all of his chicken, chips and a few beers, was going to be ejected from his stomach. Somehow.