Becca had always been very thorough in whatever she did.The next morning she set out. Inside the black case was now everything she had been instructed...to bring. The small assortment of skirts and dresses were light fabric and full, they would lift even if she twirled let alone if they were lifted. Becca was rather proud of herself for her courage and it was this feeling that kept her moving. As she pulled into Brookdale she wore a thin cotton dress, pale violet with pastel flowers s**ttered. ‘Well, do you?’ Wertz asked again. ‘Do you want to know? Maybe you already know.’ ‘I’m all ears, Mr. Wertz. ‘You’ve got a date with Hildy tonight,’ he said. ‘I know that already.’ He regretted the wise-ass answer as soon as it left his lips. ‘Hildy’s my daughter.’ Jim knew that, too, but kept his silence. ‘You’ve been taking her out on a lot of dates,’ her father went on. ‘I want tonight’s date to be your last one.’ Jim took a deep breath. It occurred to him that being polite was not paying. I want to spend our honeymoon in bed." Oh, Jesus..." Thomas nodded. "I just hope it doesn't hurt you." Hurt me?" I smiled, unsure of what my fiancé meant for a moment."When we do it," he said. "When, um ... you know. When I break your cherry." Oh," I almost laughed, but I caught it and kissed him tenderly. "Even if it does, I won't mind. I'll be fertile then." You will?" Thomas licked his lips. "How do you know?" Thomas!" I rolled my eyes. "Never mind, just think about what kind of baby you. ”Jerome kissed me and said, “Sounds like a plan.” He got up out of bed and, as usual, my pussy just drenched seeing his sexy, hard body with his big cock swaying between his legs. I watched his tight ass muscles move as he walked to the bathroom. It was all I could do not to follow him in and delay his shower for a while. Instead, I went downstairs and started working on breakfast.Chapter 5I fixed a Sunday breakfast of pancakes and bacon. As usual, the smell of the cooking bacon brought.