Why does the novelty of having Becks for himself with unlimited access not wear off? Does he love her more than me? Would he have married her, if I ha...dn’t got pregnant first? Did he even love me, or was he just doing the right thing? My dad would have killed him for leaving me alone with his child.This is all John’s fault. Why didn’t he take better care of Becks. No, that’s not right. He was the perfect husband for her. It’s Becky’s fault. That whore had to follow Vincent’s advice and marry his. Encouraged, I pressed them further apart and as my fingers reached the gusset of her panties I heard my wife moan slightly. There was heat and dampness under my fingertips and I traced the outline of her vulva through the thin cloth. My finger pressed more firmly against her cotton-covered slit and she moaned encouragingly, her legs falling wide apart now, the thin material moistening rapidly at my touch. Images of our early days together flashed through my mind; long slow kisses in the. Harriet beamed at all of them and waved her hands at the many people who had gathered outside.Behind them, the three bridesmaids exited the church, and the couple turned to hug each of them to the cheering of the guests.“Imagine, you are next,” Harriet beamed at Moira, hugging the black haired beauty with feeling.“Don’t be so sure,” Lucy whispered into Harriet’s ear when she hugged her friend.“Really!” Harriet gushed.“He proposed yesterday!”Throwing dignity to the wind, Harriet hugged Lucy. It took no more than a minute for me to feel that golden ball of pleasure building inside me. Feeling it, my inner-me started punishing my clit with pinches, and the pain melded into the ball and was fast-forwarding the feeling, and I moaned, “Fuck, yes…”Right as I was about to go over the edge, a voice slithered from outside and into my mind, “Amy Sanders… I told you to get out of my lecture and into my bed… what the hell are you doing here naked…? Not that I am not enjoying the view and seems.