"Oh, he gives us plenty," Wanda assured Stewart. "I just like to save it for the good stuff." She returned to the kitchen and came out again, holding ...two large bottles of tequila."That's my girl," Stewart laughed while taking one and opening it. Isabella was shocked when he took a long swig straight from the lip. Stewart was the textbook definition of an alcoholic.He offered some to Wanda, who used a cup but still drank it plain. She eventually went to the kitchen a third time to get some juice. However our escapades in bed was it. She never let it out of the bedroom and in fact would try to get rather controlling in the rest of our day to day lives. this all changed about 7 months ago to my great benefit and That my friends is where our story begins. It happened on what would be a otherwise normal day at the job I have at a truck stop. I was Working a graveyard shift and since we live in Oregon I had just come outside to pump gas for a rather rude customer. Well of course his credit. So the leather wedding was done with just friends from their “secret” group of friends. They had both taken up riding motor bikes just so they had a reason to have leather in the house and wear it. He walked his bride to the Limo that was going to take her home to change and took her in his arms giving her a long deep kiss she reached between them and squeezed his cock that was almost bursting out of his pants. He moaned in her mouth and as they pulled apart she had a sly knowing. Little One’s finger began to circle her clitoris. She dipped into her vagina to moisten the tip and went back to gently rub her sensitive spot. The scent of Daddy’s cologne filled her mind again as she rubbed harder and faster. Her arms were around his neck again, his strong hands pressing her breasts against his chest, her feet off the floor. Daddy’s blue eyes were looking at her as she floated over him, catching him by his chin. Daddy opened his mouth and sucked Little One’s fingers, biting.