She began looking for and found a small chapel in a secluded cove of trees. It was part of a private estate owned by a wealthy widow and she rented i... out for weddings and photo shoots. It was exactly as she had imagined.The dress was a full-length, antique ivory satin creation, with long sleeves but a low neckline and an even lower back. The overskirt was made of fine Irish lace. The veil was shoulder length with a crown of miniature roses. Her father looked at the price tag and. I quietly crept back out to the garage, and waited there for another hour as thoughts kept running through my head. I wanted to stay and listen some more, but to be caught eavesdropping would ruin everything.When I saw the first of her friends leave via the front door, I began making loud noises in the garage, to make it seem like I myself had just arrived home. Jesse came out to greet me as the rest of the girls exited the house."You have fun at your brother’s?" Sure did. Just putting the. "It's okay honey, relax, it's really okay." Emphasizing her words she clamped down on the hand around her, snuggling even tighter into his side and gently squeezed his cock through his pants.Evan groaned. He didn't understand why his mother didn't jump up and slap him, let alone touch and squeeze him like she was doing. Understand it, no, but right now he was going to relax just like she said and enjoy it. The hand squeezing his cock didn't really feel like much through the underwear and pants. Wendy reached and grabbed him by the back of his head as if she were going to get eaten. I snapped the riding crop on the back of her hand. "Don't you ever touch him without my permission!" I snapped at her as hard as I had with the riding crop. "He's mine, you filthy cunt!" I yelled at her, geniunely angry. "If I give you the gift of his perfection in any way, you'll be suitibly grateful, not daring to take more!" Another crack with my crop found her clit. This dropped her to her knees.