Gotta pee!Ahhhh! Better! Messy, though! I guess I, we, must have ... Ohhhh! We did! Last night! Us! Ohhhh! Gotta snuggle back in. Without. Waking. Him...mm ... there!Yesterday was. Well, yeah. Ohmigosh! The longest, the best day of my life! I got married! To this guy! Okay, this naked guy (giggle!) lying here beside me!Yesterday!We got to the church early, because Mom hadn’t met Pastor Hector yet, and she wanted to chat with him before the ceremony. Yeah, I know, he said to just call him. In the soft light of the bedside lamp, I noted that while Sarah was not one to shave her intimate areas, she was not very hairy at all. She had a very fine almost velvety soft downy covering of hair on and around her outer lips. There was a darker somewhat thicker tuft of hair on or at her pubic mound with a whispery thin trail of hair tracing up almost to her belly button. “Oh… Jim…” Sarah moaned softly as my hands continued to caress and feel all that forbidden intimate flesh that is. " Please!" Jayne protested, "I don't like it." I think you do, you do don't you," Shelly suggested, "Just step out of your tights and we'll go in the back, OK?" No Shelly," Jayne protested as she tried and failed to wrench her hands free, as she found with her hands bound she couldn't pull her pants any higher than her knees "Shelly help me!" "I think I know just what you need!" Shelly giggled."Yes anything, just don't let anyone come in." Jayne agreed."Jayne, step out." Shelly repeated, but. Jones daughter he would know how to deal with me. She will even say that when I am standing right next to him and he just looks at me and grins. I like Mr. Jones, he is a good looking strong man probably a little older than my mom and whenever he talks to me I get this little tingle in between my legs. We share the same mail box so I get to take his mail over to him every couple of days and he always invites me to sit and have a glass of lemonade with him as we chat. The other day mom and Mr..