Once Gracie's father turned her over to her soon-to-be husband, I went up to the choir loft at the front of the church to get the pictures of the cere...ony itself. I had assured the minister that I wouldn't be using a flash during the ceremony which seemed to surprise him. Apparently some photographers hadn't discovered a tripod and time exposures yet.I was down from the choir loft and standing at the back of the church when I heard "You may kiss the bride." Then Gracie and Joey were turning. "He came over after I hadn't seen him or talked to him for three days and he wanted to have sex." I got mad and told him I wasn't some cum-bucket whore that he could use to masturbate in whenever the mood hit him and we got in a big argument"Immediately on saying that, her mood reversed and she broke into tears."He didn't even say he loved me, then, just argued about how right we were for each other and why was I breaking up now after we'd been together so long" She sagged into my arms,. I could feel my nipples stiffening and moisture between my legs. His hand slipped under the back of my skirt, gently stroking its way up the back of my thighs. It fealt so good. He told me to undo my blouse and release my breasts from the cups of my bra telling me there were no pics of them but he knew I had a good cleavage. His hand searching, turning me on, I did as he asked and slowly unbuttoning my blouse, he turned me to face him as I lifted them from their cups, my nipples hard and erect.. We approached a large gate surrounded by trees so you got no real view into the property from the road. Dad knew the code and shortly we were driving down a long road in a spectacular grove of trees and meadows and lakes. We approached a huge house with about twelve cars parked outside. Nice cars. My Dad drives a BMW SUV and his car was middle of the road for this assemblage. There were Porsche’s, Maserati’s, Mercedes’ galore. The house was very, very slick and modern and you could see through.