1. Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 3


    Date: 11/23/2014, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 86.7, Source: sexstories.com

    each other, Ty?” “Every single day, Pastor.” “I thought so and right now I believe everyone is thinking I should stop speaking and get the show on the road.” I glanced at Cinda and could see that she agreed. We listened to a few passages from the Bible before we got down to the nitty-gritty. I agreed to love, cherish, and honor Cinda and said ‘I do’ then Cinda did the same. Monroe produced the rings; a minute later it was done—husband and wife forever. We retired to the pew next to Momma holding hands. Truthfully, the entire thing was a huge blur. Finally, I knew it was over when Pastor Robbins surprised us. “My good friend Emma Walker would like to invite everyone present to her home this afternoon to help celebrate the union of her only grandson to our Cinda. Anything you’d like to add, Emma?” “Thank you, Ralph; as you said I only have the one grandson, but today I received a special granddaughter, as well. I do hope you will all join us.” Grandma sat as Pastor continued to speak. “You can see that Emma and I know each other well. While her husband was spouting racist nonsense Emma was helping me behind his back at every turn. I always knew where to go whenever I needed money to help one of our families and Emma never once turned her back.” He finished with a blessing and led us out into the bright autumn day. We thanked everyone for coming and were soon back in my rental for the brief ride to Grandma’s. I was amazed to find a horde of caterers running back and forth from ...
    trucks to the back yard. Cases and cases of soda and beer filled hand trucks. Tents and canopies covered flaming charcoal grills. I turned around to Grandma in the back seat in awe. “How often do you think I’ll have an opportunity like this, Ty? I certainly couldn’t do it while your grandfather was alive. I suggest you change your clothes and relax. We’re all going to have a great time, right Joanna?” That was the first time I’d ever heard Cinda’s mom called anything other than “Momma.” Cinda and I rushed to my—our—room, changing hurriedly, me into a golf shirt and shorts, Cinda into a tight sleeveless blouse and short shorts; the temperature was in the low eighties—a perfect day. “You aren’t going to wear that in public, are you?” “Of course! I want all those other guys to be jealous of you. They might look, but only you can touch.” I pulled her to me to whisper, “I can’t wait to touch you.” “Me neither, you know how much I love that…almost as much as I love touching you.” She kissed me and led me outside. Momma was seated under a big canopy. The jacket to her suit was thrown over the back of her chair. Grandma had changed and led us around the yard. “Ribs over here, steak over there, and in this tent are all the seafood. Boiled shrimp and raw oysters to start; later we’ll have some crawfish, too.” I almost choked, but Cinda told me, “I want you to try one, okay? They’re really big here in Louisiana. I like mine with plenty of hot sauce.” “That’s how I like you,” I whispered, ...
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