25 July 2009 - Cover

25 July 2009

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Chapter 1

Abby spent the morning with her Maid of Honour and bridemaids, having their hair, makeup, and nails done. “Not too much makeup; I want Brad to be able to recognize me,” she joked.

Her hair combed back; the length was used to form five large rings towards the back of her head. The short veil that accented her five rings was pinned to her hair and covered. Returning home, Frank was with them through the early afternoon to take pictures and video as Abby prepared for her special day.

The Hayward home was abuzz with activity as everyone prepared for the special day. Brad’s moms and sisters teased him about marrying Abby and the steady sex he’ll get to have. He went over last-minute details with Jake, his Best Man, as he, along with Derek and Peter, put on their Tuxedos.

Dan took in the beauty of Karen, Wendy, Tina, and Lisa in elegant dresses, long-hemmed for them at slightly above the knee. The moderately low neckline revealed a decent amount of breast without being unsuitable for the occasion. Brad teased Diane and Brenda that they must feel awkward wearing such a long dress. Hanna and Jenny looked stunningly elegant in their formal-looking dresses.

From time to time, Brad received texts with well wishes from team members at home for the summer. Earlier in the morning, Jake borrowed the spare key fob for the Maxima so he, Pete, and Derek could decorate it to announce the newlyweds when they leave on their honeymoon.

Doug and Kevin, who were sharing a hotel room, arrived, and the extended family was complete. Countless pictures were taken as the time for leaving was approaching.

Brad was nervously anxious for the time to pass by and took time to shoot some pucks against the net and backboard beside the garage. “You just can’t leave it alone, can you?” Karen teased.

“I need to do something to try and relax, Mom; I’m going crazy!”

“I’m glad you are. It proves this day means more to you than you’ve let on. I’m so proud of you, Brad. You’re growing into a fine young man, worthy of Abby’s love.”

“Thanks, Mom, and to Dad too; I just hope I can be a good husband to Abby.”

“You will be.”

“Brad, time to go!” Jenny announced to them.

Everyone gathered in the living room and on the front lawn for more pictures. Brad made sure Jake had Abby’s wedding rings.


“Abby, it’s time to put on your dress,” Vicky announced, entering the main bedroom. The other girls were already in their gowns as Abby slipped off her lounger pants and top. She showed them her outstretched fingers, shaking and cool to the touch.

“I’m so nervous, Mom.”

“So you should be. It’s almost every girl’s dream to meet the one she will love and marry. This is your day, and Brad’s too. I doubt it if he’s all cool and calm.”

“I love him so much!”

“I know you do. I see it in your eyes every time you look at him.”


Abby picked up her dress, stepping into the opening, careful not to harm the delicate material.

“You’re not wearing any panties?” Amber asked as her naked body was covered in white.

“No, when Brad takes off the blue garter from my leg, I’m going to show my bare pussy.”

“You’ve got nerve, but I’m not surprised,” she added, and they laughed.

Vicky fastened the few buttons that held it closed by her lower back, turned her around, gazed at her young beauty, and teared up.

“I love you and am so proud of you. Abby, you’re growing into such a beautiful young woman.”

Frank took more pictures, including a special one of Abby holding the picture of her mom in the same dress on her wedding day to her dad.

“Vicky and Abby, the limo is here!” Scott announced.

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