Jen looked at the mess on the bed and turned to her husband, Lee.
"I thought we agreed that we were going to be good," she said.
Lee opened his mouth to speak, but was at a loss for words.
Twelve Hours Earlier
"She threw them!" Miley cried as her mother tossed the bridal bouquet.
Several young women jostled to catch the flowers and Jen scooped up the four year-old to keep her from darting into the melee and getting inadvertently trampled. When Miley squirmed in her grip and started to slip, Jen tried to grab one of the girl's legs for better purchase. Her hand slipped up on the small leg and stopped once it was planted against the girl's crotch.
Miley wriggled; enjoying what she thought was a game while Jen carried her away from the throng. Before she could stop herself, Jen squeezed the child's soft mound, feeling the pliant flesh beneath the thin cotton of Miley's pink panties. Then the definition of the tot's pudgy labia and tiny cleft became apparent. Miley's playful struggles worked her cunny against Jen's hand before Jen finally released her near the table where she and Lee were sitting.
"Was that fun?" Lee asked, having watched Jen and Miley the entire time.
"Accidental," Jen replied. "I was trying to wrangle a four year-old which is easier said than done."
Her husband cocked his head, giving her a playful look. Jen sighed.
"Yes, it was fun, too. But remember what we agreed to."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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