Days passed but the conversation never went out of my memory.How nice would it be if I get a husband like my dad?How nice would it be if I get my dad ...s my husband? I shall be his forever.I would love to serve him.He spent all his youth as a widower taking care of me now it is time for me to take care of him.But will he marry me? Is it ok for me to marry my dad, my love?I started spending my days thinking about my dad.I spent sleepless nights waiting to be wakened by him from my sleep by him.I. Vanessa moaned out “When will I get some of that cock?” “Now if you want it.” Holly answered for me. She pulled me up out of the chair and led me over to my bed. I got on the bed and laid down. Vanessa jumped up onto the bed and instantly put my cock inside her pussy. Holly got onto the bed, she straddled my face, putting her pussy near my mouth. While Vanessa jumped up and down on top of my cock I licked up and down Holly’s wet slit. Her juices dripped down onto my face. I grabbed her clit. The invited guests number about forty, with a general invitation to all of the locals to be at the Saturday afternoon wedding and no one is to bring gifts.The wedding date and time clashes with the opening game for the local football team which is not a competition game but just a warm-up game against another local team. So no one is upset when the start time is pushed back to an hour after the wedding, an event that surprises the Porters and James, but not Bob Watt or Peter Marks. They know. . and suddenly I was waiting in front of the restaurant as my fiance paid the cabby. I insisted he give the driver a hundred dollar tip despite his complaints that the tip was too big and the cab was too smelly. I turned away from the stunned look on the driver's all too familiar old face. I was ashamed of what I had done. I had condemned her to the same curse that had overtaken me and I ruined her life. Tommy, my new fiance, took my hand and I looked back at the cab one last time. What could I.