” “I have something special for you tomorrow on the drive home,” she says. I get dressed and we head back to the reception. I am wondering wha... Barb had for me on the ride home tomorrow, but did not push it. Wendy and Brad are dancing when we return. I walk up to Brad and say, “I am cutting in.” Smiling Brad says, “Okay, you must know however that Wendy will not spend the night with you until after she is with child.” Seeing Wendy smile I say, “You made a beautiful bride and I am happy we. Almost. But that skank’s face rose in my mind. She had this cherub innocence, framed by black hair, her blue eyes so sweet. At first glance, she appeared harmless, but then you saw the whorish way she dressed, showing off her sixteen-year-old body, flaunting it for all to see. The way she carried herself like a whore set my teeth on edge. She exuded her budding sexuality, attracting flies to her like a pitcher plant, ready to drown them in her poisoned cunt juices.I jammed my key into the. He did in a state of shock. She told him helooked pretty and that pink was his color. Then she said he wasmissing something and she knew exactly what it was. She took himinto her bathroom and had him sit on the little stool that wasthere. She left and quickly was back and tied a wide pink ribbon inhis hair, arranging his hair in as feminine manner as possible. Then she told him the woman of the house always wears make-up.When she was done he was wearing frosted pink lipstick, light pinkeye. ” I looked at the girl. She was my daughter’s age. The one that had lied on the stand over and over again about what a shit I was and how badly I had treated Cassie, the bitch. The girls at the table over in the corner were all watching and laughing. I looked back at her and she unbuttoned the top button on a blouse that was already open low enough that I could see a very nice set of young firm B or C cup tits. She was thin, with short brown hair and brown eyes. “Do I win, or do I have to lick.