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Grace bit her lip as she tried to find a spot inside the room that didn't reflect his naked form. It was difficult to focus on a patch of carpet near the wall as mirrors lined the room from floor to ceiling at all angles. It was quite the playroom for couples. As soon as her father-in-law stripped down, she couldn't help but steal a glance at what he was hiding underneath his boxers. With a startled gasp, she pried her eyes away from the sight as her cheeks warmed to the touch. She now understood why James was so well-equipped after glancing at what his father had—like father, like son; although there were some characteristics that didn't transition between the two. One of them was certainly the smooth flair of Manny's confidence. It triumphed James'. The feeling of his confidence wrapped her up in a tight cocoon and bound her in place, not wanting to set her free. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she had to get ahold of herself for thinking inappropriate thoughts about her soon-to-be family.<br/>
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Nodding her head at his comment, it was true. Knowing full well he wasn't wearing swimming trunks, it didn't matter since they were sitting at opposite ends and the bubbles rising to the surface from the jets clouded the water enough to shield their eyes from the truth. The conversation turned to her wedding and her wedding dress. She smiled at the thought of it; the way she had went with her bridesmaids and her mother in choosing the perfect dress to wear. Teasingly, she replied, <b>"I would say it's a surprise, but I'll give you a hint—imagine: a sheer, lace gown with off-shoulder straps, lace bodice that flares out at the waist. A dainty, classy dress that embodies a princess-like feel."</b> She giggled softly as she described her wedding dress. She had given more clues than she anticipated but talking about her wedding made her feel giddy—excited that she was marrying a good man, a man who loved her as much as she loved him. <b>"Mm, we shouldn't talk about it anymore. I don't want to jinx my own wedding."</b> Offering him a warm smile, she was happy to hear him change topics to their honeymoon.<br/>
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</div><b>"I honestly don't know. James said that he wanted to spend a week here first because he had something special planned."</b> Looking around the room, her eyes fell on Manny's reflection in the mirror as he was looking at her. She felt a rush of excitement as she shyly looked away and down at the bubbles in the tub. <b>"Something tells me though that it might be this room."</b> Glancing up to meet his gaze, she laughed softly, nervous as though she had revealed something embarrassing. Shaking her head, she eased back into the water and let her mind escape her. The rough caresses of the jets massaged her lower back as she continued to feel her muscles relax underwater. After all the endless planning their perfect wedding, this was what she needed most. A time to relax before the big day and for her life to transition into a new change. As time passed, she hadn't realized that her body had floated countless times above surface and that Manny had taken charge in looking after her. She felt her body move, pulling away from the jets until she settled into a familiar place. Gasping sharply, her eyes fluttered opened as she was met with her father-in-law's gaze. He was dangerously close to her; and when she shifted her weight on his lap, his manhood teased against her tight sex.<br/>
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<b>"Manny, I—,"</b> pausing, she felt the tug of her swimsuit gave way and leave her completely exposed. Flustered with what was happening, she immediately tried to cover herself as she crossed her arms over her chest, shielding them from Manny's intense gaze. With the inappropriate situation at hand, the more she tried to wiggle free from his grasp, the more she unintentionally stroked his shaft with her soft petal lips, feeling his length as their bodies began teasing and tormenting each other. Feeling the tension between them, she tried her best to save herself from making a big mistake. <b>"No, Manny… I—<i>we</i> can't do this. The wedding is tomorrow. James—<i>your son</i> is going to be my husband."</b> At a loss for words, she tried her best to convince him that things were not how they were supposed to be. Using one hand, she grasped his strong, broad shoulders to leverage herself to stand, but his grip on her hips kept her in place as her other arm tightened around her breasts. <b>"Please Manny, this can't happen. I-I won't be able to face him—<i>anyone</i>—at the wedding tomorrow. Let's just call it a night."</b> Glancing over her shoulders, she searched for her swimsuit, the only piece of clothing that would protect her from their bodies rubbing against each other. Unfortunately, it floated to the opposite end of the tub, dancing and bobbing up against the bubbles. Glancing back at James' father, she pleaded, <b>"Manny… please."</b><br/>
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