This was my own daughter, for chrissakes! She ignored my words and she slowly removed the blouse. Then, topless, she stood and slowly walked over to m...e, her eyes on me all the way. I offered no resistance as she then reached down and placed her slender hand on my lap, gently squeezing my cock."Dad," she said. "You want me as much as I want you. Come on."I was frozen on the spot. I would have thought that I would have simply pushed my daughter's hand away and shown my authority by berating her,. Soon it was time to put on his gown. It was a beautiful white A-linegown which had a sweetheart neckline and a lacy pattern to it. Davidthen put on his veil and grabbed his bouquet and the party headedoutside to take photos. George was an aspiring wedding photographer, sohe had offered to take the photos. David and his parents posed for thecamera and then took some photos with his friends.It was time to leave. David had hired two cars, one for him and hisparents and another for his groomsmen.. She was going to fuck this guy. At about a quarter after one in the morning, I got another text, “Last chance, going to the hotel with Mike, you still okay?” This would be my last chance to stop what might be a life-changing event, Michelle is going to have sex with her old boyfriend. My insides were being eaten from my nervousness, after all this, do I really want my wife spending the night with another guy, making love to him over and over? I typed in “Give him everything, have fun and turn. Don’t you understand? All the while he was pawing me, I was thinking about you.Nancy didn’t tell him about the previous evening but the memory shot through her mind. Weindorf, the producer, had been something else! Of course she couldn’t tell Nathan that, and the grip of guilt made her shudder. It was true, she had been thinking of Nathan while Weindorf was fucking her, but it had been obscene just the same. And she hadn’t been thinking of the part Weindorf might give.