We looked into each other's eyes. My heart was pounding. Through the thick folds of material that made up my wedding dress I could feel Dave's cock be...in to inflate. Dave put his hand against my cheek. I stepped, breaking our embrace. I took his hands in mine. "I'll always have feelings for you, Dave," I said, "but right now you have to leave. I can't get caught talking with my ex-boyfriend before my wedding." I understand," he said. He looked me up and down again. "Before I go, do me one small. Mom gave a little scream and tensed into a hard, hard come. Juice streamed down my hand. I waited until the shaking had passed, wrapped her in a towel and carried her in to the sofa. The girls brought her a freshened drink and said she should relax while we did dinner. When I came in to check a few minutes later, her eyes were closed. I draped a beach towel over her and went back to the grilling. Before we ate, Carlotta decreed a time out so women could get dressed for a proper homecoming. I hoped, perhaps, by dating her friend, my daily interaction with one brought me closer to the other, somehow, and in some small way. It was a convoluted attempt to win her affection. I was pathetic. Still, we hung out together, double dated, and even attended the prom together. Not at all fair to Arlene, all the while and every night, I drifted away with Aileen in my thoughts. In my dreams, my pillow became her lips. At night and every night, while I dreamt my dreams of her and of passion, she. “So I thought that as I looked more at the boys around me and started doing stuff with them I that you would leave my dreams, but you never did. I still have supper intense dreams about you, and I fantasize about you when I masturbate.” “Oh, well that’s good to know.” A lady looks up at us. She must have just heard my sister say masturbate and now she is eyeing us with more then a little distaste. Not because she knows our relationship, but because, I’m assuming, she doesn’t like the idea of.