”“I don’t...” she started.“He essentially said it himself when he asked Candace if she referred to me as either her uncle or her stepdaddy! ...e said.“I see what you mean. But, okay, how do you figure to turn his thinking around? You said you had an idea.”“What if he were to give her away at her and Daniel’s wedding? What if he were to dance the father-daughter dance with her? The man spent more than twenty years in prison protecting you, and arguably me too. Doing the honors at Candace’s wedding. Men tend to think about such women, "Man I would love to give her a good fucking just to show her."Well JB understood that while he had banged her but good, he still didn't have anything he could hold over her to ensure repeat business. He asked Jeff if he had a Polaroid camera. Of course he did as they liked to take pictures of various functions. That was enough to trigger another devious plan. He asked Jeff if he would like to fuck the bride in her wedding dress. Naturally Jeff jumped at that. Even though he had a very big cock, I learned how to suppress my gag reflex and take it all the way into my throat until his balls were resting on my chin. The first time that it happened, he was fucking my mouth and pressing the head of his cock against the constriction at the back of my mouth leading into my throat .He still had about three inches of his cock still outside my mouth and as I became more comfortable with the feeling he started to push even harder. Each time, he was able to go. Kissing her deeply, I then started to stroke her asshole again, using her juices as lubrication, and after some time of stroking round and round, I ventured to press a fingertip into the little hole in the centre. She groaned at this, tensed slightly and then relaxed, and not just her body, it felt as though she had relaxed her anal sphincter, as my finger popped inside her. I held it still, partly surprised myself at the ease with which it entered, and partly so as not to do anything she might.