"Tell him," I told the girl."What is it?" Dad wondered as he looked between us and outside the organist had started up with the familiar and tradition...al strains of Mendelssohn's "Wedding March." After the reception," Katrina glanced at me, "we'd like you to, um ... help us consummate our vows." Consummate?" Daddy narrowed his eyes. "You mean..." We think a girl should get pregnant," Katrina giggled nervously, "on her wedding night." But..." my dad grinned at her, " ... you're already pregnant.". "The "dreaded nylons" guys always hear so much about. I took my left footand pressed it upon the heel of my right and popped off the firstsneaker, revealing a nylon covered foot.I rubbed it briefly with my hands and then removed the other sneakeronly to find the exact same thing. My feet were soft to the touch andfelt even warmer as I stepped back down onto the carpet.Grabbing my pants by the waistband, I lowered them over my hips and downto my ankles.My legs were wrapped in soft, suntan. As I rubbed them I made sure to caress ever part of her feet that I knew were always sore, ever toe was played with I loved sliding my finger between each toe. I basically used her sweat as an oil to produce some kind of the****utic experience for her while I imagined I was jerking off or using her sweaty feet for a footjob. They were so sweaty you could hear these little sloppy, wet sounds as I stroked her feet.I did this for at least half an hour until she fell asleep. She's a heavy sleeper. It took us a few minutes for me to find a table that was empty. The hot dogs did not last long.As we talked about stuff that sounded like normal family chatter, I made sure to turn my ears so that they were aimed at about where I expected their mouths to be. When we weren't talking, I would listen around me and then ask them if where I guessed correctly what I thought I had heard. Most of the time I was off or the thing I thought was further to one side or the other. When we had finished, Karen.