Ava had been to the wedding, knew what the red symbolized (blood, to represent our life, as in lifelong commitment), and she'd appreciate the half-red... nature of her ring. We didn't make a formal big deal out of giving it to her, but we did spend several minutes telling her how much we appreciated her and how happy we were to have her in our lives. It was a very nice moment, so the hankies I'd packed my pockets with got used. Ava was the only girl with a half-red ring, and she greatly. Julie's cleavage promptly gaped wide and low when she did. All in all Julie could look almost respectable wearing this top if you didn't look too closely at her, depending of course on how she was lit and from what angle, and yup, whether that last button was undone.In a way what was most eventful about this day was the extent to which Julie was able to forget what she was wearing and just enjoy the show. I of course was enjoying two shows, the one on stage and my wife's flimsily clad breasts.. I knew her husband would be home in thirty minutes. I asked Shari, “Are you going to be joining us?”She said, “Of course I am! I am not going to miss my chance to play too!”She asked me, “Is there anything off limits?” I replied, ”No marks and no poop or pee.” She laughed and said, “You have nothing to worry about, on those things!”Shari then asked, “What if Corey goes after your ass.” I said, ”It is his birthday! It is his call what he wants!” Shari was shocked and assured me, “Nobody has let. She nodded n I gave her a nighty from my moms wardrobe. She went to the other room n wore n came back. I offered her the first aid kit n asked her to apply cream n bandage wherever she was hurt. She took it n again went to the other room. Now I was getting anxious to see her thighs n possibly fuck her but was feeling scared too. I went to that room to check, just opened the door a bit to peep inside n to my shock she was standing naked in front of mirror, struggling with wound n cream. I could.