"I'm becoming a regular little sweat hog..., or sweat slut," she giggled to herself. "And I guess," she told herself firmly, "to turn up the heat in ...the sweat slut, we have to turn up the heat in the hothouse."After a satisfying Sunday session that still left something lacking, she began examining her options. There were four electric radiant heaters mounted just beneath the ceiling and three more mounted at floor level on the outside wall of the hothouse. They could be turned on manually. I figured a few cruise people were there to see the wedding. We didn't mind.Most everyone was seated when the music started. Each bridesmaid and groomsman walked down the aisle, up the three stairs onto the stage. The last to walk down the aisle was my beautiful, wonderful wife. Once we were all on the stage they rolled a white runner down the aisle.Next came my daughter Jessie throwing rose petals. She was walking with one of my nephews who had rings pinned to a pillow. I had the real sets in. Over the next couple of days I have paid more attention to my daughter and what she was wearing and starting to fantasize about that beautiful shaven slit. She continues to wear the short and seems to be showing off more and more. I caught myself staring once again as she sat on one of the kitchen stools eating lunch and had her soft creamy legs slightly spread giving a view of her womanhood once again. This time I made a comment on it though saying honey is that the way a woman needs. And then went to sleep in their respective rooms. Later that night when the house was dark and everyone was asleep, Ashwin woke up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.There he saw Aman with a couple of books in his hand walking to the guest room.“Aman, what are you doing awake, late in the night?” asked Ashwin in a whispering tone as both were standing just outside the guest room.“Nothing. I had just one doubt I wanted to get cleared,” replied Aman.“Why now? Can’t you ask tomorrow?.