"Adriana stood, then reached down to take her daughter's hand. "Let's get your bath. Diana and Laura will be here in a few minutes to trim and style y...ur hair like they did for us. You'll want to look your best for your husband." Then, very quietly, "Do you want to shave for him?"With that question, Paulette felt a jolt deep in her belly. Oh, my goodness. In just a little while, I'll be married, and ... a woman. Jeremy – my husband – will make me a woman tonight. Tonight, she repeated to. He pressed up and we boarded the elevator. We went all the way to 18. His room number was 310. "Close your eyes" he said placing a hand over my eyes. We went through what seemed to be a hallway and then stopped."Open" I saw a wonderful room, filled with candles, bed full of roses. On the dresser was whip cream, strawberries, and chocolate. "I told you, you were going to be my dessert" he said leading me to the bathroom, "get in".I saw a full tub with roses and bubbles. I gave him a kiss. I. Her face twisted with need.“Shit!” Deana moaned. She ripped her girl-dick out of my pussy. My mom gasped, and I groaned as Deana slammed into my mother’s snatch, the futa’s wiry bush rubbing into my shaved pussy lips. “Ooh, wow, your mom is tight, too.”“She’s a sexy woman,” I purred, staring into my mom’s eyes. I savored the passion brimming in them.Her hands grabbed my rump as Deana pounded away at my mother. She squirmed beneath me. Delight rippled through me every time Deana’s thick bush. Very private. Secluded. What are you working on?"Joey considered his drawing. "I'm trying to make her right. I'm trying to make her happy, but she keeps turning angry."She cocked her head. "Do you think it is something you are doing wrong?" I don't know. But I need to fix her."Sophia nodded and watched him as he drew. "Joey, I know that Tricia is a strong willed woman. I certainly learned that tonight. And she may not be someone you can easily fix by just redrawing her. She may need something.