Chapter 3 - Mr. And Mrs. HathawayThe wedding music had begun, and Sarah said, "Heather, it's time. Knock 'emdead, sis!" She gave me a hug and a kiss o...n the cheek and left to join thewedding guests. I walked down the same long corridor I had just a couplemonths ago as one of Sarah's bridesmaids. This was enormously different Ithought as I walked. I suddenly felt weak and very nervous, but I pushed on.When my father escorted me up the aisle, everyone was smiling broadly andclapping. And there was. ” My date said as he was childishly biting his bottom lip and raising his eyebrows up and down. I know he was trying to say that he thought he was going to get lucky tonight but didn’t have the balls to say it out loud. He couldn’t have been more wrong, but no need to tell him before he pays for dinner. I just laughed as I tried to not even look at him. My eyes were frantically scanning the restaurant. My date’s failures had made me desperate to look at my Italian again. I had such a bad. Aise meri chuchi dabao..swamiji…aaahaaaaa… jor jor se masalo…aaaaah….eeesss…..meri …swamiji…aahhhh… .apni Uma beti ko bhog lo, mere swami…offohhhhoo…meri chut ko ragad dalo…chod dalo mujhe please …(fondle my tits, hard, fuck your daughter….fuck me)” my whore mother was moaning..“Beti, tere nange jism ne mujhe pagal bana diya hai…wah kia jism hai tera….tera pati bewakoof hai jo paisa kamane mein laga hua hai aur tujhe meri randi beti ko yahan chhod rakha hai….mujhe tujh jaisi randian bahut. Now!" OK, so suddenly I knew where I stood. This was what I had wanted all along and now it was being offered to me on a plate, so to speak. What should I do? A quick fuck? Yes, very tempting but I knew it probably wouldn't go further than that and I could also see that he was already a little drunk…Hmm, what to do, what to do? Executive decision. I was turned on and ready. "Let's go to my place," I purred.He grabbed me by the arm and practically lifted me from my stool. We almost flew up the.