" I stammered. This cute little country girl was propositioning me in every way but coming right out and asking me to fuck her.She laughed again. This... time with a sort of 'evil stage laugh' ... full of portent. She got up and began to clear the table, scraping the dishes and putting them in the sink. She suddenly turned and apologetically offered."Say, I didnt offer you anything to drink. We dont have beer or wine or anything but there's some sodas if you'd like. Or we could go into town and. This is the man that deserves to be loved by a woman that will treat him right." Bea spoke wistfully holding his hand to her cheek. The pastor spoke up"Shall we continue the proceeding?" He asked. Bea clutched onto her father before he could protest, stuffing his face into her chest. "Yes we are!" Bea proclaimed definitively. Her father struggled but the pastor went on as if nothing was amiss. "And do you, Donald take Bea to be your lawfully wedded wife?" The pastor asked solemnly. Donald. “You knew that I’d be waiting for you, didn’t you?” he asked and I smiled in the affirmative, “and you wore them especially for me?” I shook my head in the negative, but my smile gave me away. “Sweet.” He said as he shook my hand away and lifted my skirt up so he could see my knickers. I slightly spread my legs so that he could get a better look. When the lights changed he slid his hand up my skirt. I let out a small sigh when his fingers touched my pussy. It was already wet – very wet. “Does. "Don't give me that shit. Of course I do, which is why I'm cutting you off. You have to learn to fend for yourself. It's the best thing for you. If you don't, then there's nothing to stop people from taking advantage of you."John grabbed Camille's ass and started to squeeze. She let out a small yelp but it didn't sound like her dad heard her. He pulled her up and bent her over on the couch. She put her free hand over her anus even though she knew that he could just push it aside and assfuck her.