The church will be invited but we don’t want a big ‘to do’ to celebrate our nuptials. We considered a civil ceremony but we both want to be marr...ied in church. We don’t want anything big and fancy. Jack and I will just walk down the aisle together and present ourselves to God. We hadn’t planned any food or drink for a reception.”She said, “That’s no problem! I’ll get some of the class to help! We’ll take care of the whole thing! You won’t have to do anything! It will be soo exciting!”I could. She left the day after The Ball. “They got back the day before New Year’s Eve. The plan had been for Riss to see in the New Year with me at my house. I called her in the evening and she was... off. You know? Something wasn’t right between us. We weren’t supposed to meet up that night—it’d been a long journey and I knew she’d be tired—but she insisted. I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t expect us to break up. We had a long talk. A very long talk. And she told me how dancing with the guys. I wasn't. I was still sitting where he'd left me. My tits still in the air and my pussy dripping. On the street, a car passed by. "Goddamn it!" my father cursed and stomped back toward me. "You're gonna cut your shit out, little girl, and get in that fucking car, right now!" He made a grab for my hands, but I clasped my arms behind me and jutted my tits out further in his face. He paused, unsure of how to proceed, then he grabbed me by my waist and tried to lift me off of the trunk. I wrapped. God, No! she cried to herself, No, that can't be! It can't! The voluptuous young wife pulled her knees up to her small heaving breasts, trying again to think of her husband, trying to rid herself of the unpleasant suspicions she knew in her heart must be untrue. Gradually the trembling woman grew quieter, the pounding in her breast lessened, and she began to let the rocking of the Vera lull her again into a more relaxed state. She lowered her knees, letting the tension flow out of them with the.