My mother and I kissed a few times while she was rubbing her long red finger nails along my pussy lips.“Oh honey, don’t go and get dressed. Mark w...ould love to see you just like you are! You are so gorgeous.”Mom led me by the hand out of the bathroom to the top of the stairs. We could hear Mark and my father talking below. Mark had some sort of rope in his hands.“So, when they get down here you grab one and I will grab the other. We can tie them up over there by the fireplace. Trust me, son, I. ” Sienna sat, her towering anger of just moments before completely dissipated in the face of his admission and final ultimatum. Waves of sexual energy pulsed from him, his breathing uneven in her ear and she fancied she could feel his struggle for control as a tangible thing he was trying to hide from her. A tingling feeling of immense feminine satisfaction surged through her as she realised the effect she had over him was simply a more supremely confident mirror image of his over her. It was. I didn’t fancy going in the common room, which was always full at lunchtime. I’d have to put up with everyone asking if I was okay and I wasn’t in the mood. Despite what I was telling everyone, I was a little upset about breaking up with Lisa. She was a nice girl and I cared about her. No, I wasn’t in love, but I did care about her. I’d miss going out with her.And as much as I hate to admit it, I had started to assume I’d be getting in her panties sooner rather than later if we’d stayed. " Fantastic!" I replied. "Now we can get on with the wedding and the honeymoon worry free."The wedding went off without a hitch. Since our parents all come from large families, we had over one hundred and fifty guests, primarily aunts, uncles and cousins. Patti looked stunning in her long, white gown. Her bare shoulders and arms were exposed, highlighting the fact that she was a very physically fit woman. Her mother had wanted her to get a different more traditional dress, but Patti told her.