So on that night we were out cruising around and the guys were feeding me some alaze so naturally I got pretty buzzed. We ended going to hi friends ho...se into his basement as his parents let him set up camp down there. They tickled me together and then the hands started the roaming when next thing I know my boyfriend was fingering me while taking my tits out of my shirt. His friend was shocked at first but once he saw the look on my boyfriends face he relaxed. I noticed that his friend had an. I think the shock of it was what killed my Pop. He was too stunned to even put up a show of protest.So, Dear Diary, I guess I was destined to be a teenage bride. The Bride of Frankenstein. Weird Harold and I had one hell of a wedding, though. His dad got a special deal on the upper floor of a funeral home over on Ardmore, the Little Chapel of the Burnished Prawn. What with all the limousines pulling up in front, it looked like a Mafia chieftain had bitten his last linguini. The booze and food. All through dinner I kept thinking of the paddle, and how satisfying it would be to hear it crack against Jen's ass. How she would love it...my cock kept springing to attention, and I was glad the tablecloth concealed my condition. We all walked back to the car (swayed), and I had my arm around Jen's waist, and Linda's hand in mine. Finally we got back to the house, and Jennifer poured us each an after dinner liqueur, while she opened her presents. Linda had given her a wonderful ceramic bowl,. . us? You know who we are?" I asked. I was surprised."We know of you, sir. I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid we have always thought of you as a legend, not really true. We are your humble servants, sir. We are at your disposal. If only you had the others with you..." He said respectfully. I grinned to myself. I didn't know what was going on here, but I had a feeling I knew who the others were. I needed just a little fun to relieve my anxiety over Megan."I'm sorry, sir, we are being rude. Allow me.