"Yes, oh, Simon would never do anything like that, he's really sweet." So, how do you two feel about each other? Is it just sex, just physical?" my mo...m asked. She really wanted to know."That first afternoon it was. And the next ... for a while. But, now, well..." I said as tears began to slide down my cheeks."I don't know how to tell you this," I sobbed as Mom took me in her arms. "I love Simon," I sobbed, "he loves me," and she held me until I'd regained my composure."We're not angry with you. But bless her, Cindy wasn't taking any shit. She walked right up to him and smacked him full in the face "you are not going to spoil my wedding day, now do your job" with that she bounced out of the room and went upstairs to change, and I did the same. We met at the bottom of the stairs an hour later, she looked radiant, I was so proud of my wife to be, my daughter.We went into the room and the other three had dressed up and made themselves somewhat respectable. Tony the pathetic little. "I guess the look on my face shouted my answer because she stood and held out her hand to me. "I really like your house, Tommy. Would you like to show me your bedroom?"I locked up, turned out the lights in the kitchen and living room, then put my arm around her waist and guided her down the hallway to the bedroom. The single bedside lamp gave off a soft amber glow, just bright enough to enhance and highlight her beautiful face. As soon as we stepped through the door, she turned and began to. Belton, for his part, was being discreet enough, but also titillating enough with his hands and fingers, to suit Catherine's tastes, and it did not take him long to really get her body humming.Belton also kept up a steady litany of street talk, saying things like, "Jump on it, Girl," and, "Man, dat bitch is twerkin' dat ass," and, "Shake ya tail feather, Baby." Catherine, for her part, pictured what she was doing as sort of a bump and grind on steroids. The dancing, the street talk, the.