And, she danced! There was laughter and flirting and admiring young men trying to get just one dance. There was punch and cookies, there was music and... light, and she danced, all through the night. She was 22 years old. She walked down the isle. Everyone was there. Butterflies danced madly in her stomach, her gown her mother’s, her hair in a coiffure of bluebells and light from the delicate things woven into it, her arm wrapped in her fathers, her eyes locked on the one whom she would promise. It is basically a contest between the inventor for the hardware of computers and the inventor for the software of the computer to see who can fuck with the other one in a way that is really fucked up. At one point, the hardware and the software came together and now they market the stuff. And unless you know how to make the software work with the hardware, you’re screwed. At least find fun in life. If it is in the form of explanations that could relate to sex and since sex is why we met up. He likes my matching white and gray top because it makes my sissy breast look more girly.As daddy’s friends started to arrive, I blushed as they commented how cute I looked while I handled them their drinks. It was only four of them, but they kept me hopping between running to the kitchen for more snacks, to either filling glasses or grabbing more beer. I was getting pats on the ass, then the pats led to slaps, that’s when daddy told me to go in the bedroom and remove my panties. When I. A trail of pussy juice lingered so he could smell and taste how ready she was. His hand moved from her head and snaked down to replace her fingers which he was now sucking on, greedily enjoying the taste. His thumb immediately found the sensitivity of her clit which was swollen with pleasure, and standing proud from under its hood. Rubbing his thumb over her clit, his fingers slipped into her deeply, sliding in and out. Her hips were writhing now and she was gasping with pleasure as he planted.