chapter 22

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Mia's POV.
The wedding day.

So after last night we had a ball aunty twinkie slept with the stripper last night, mom had one of those liquor filled strawberries and got drunk, aunty jacky had some edibles and was saying she was going swimming but was on the balcony bout to take a dive, and the girls were wondering where me and nikki get our craziness from, so I got up early so I can eat breakfast and take my shower already.

I sat down and prayed over my food when the girls came down in their bridal robes.

(Their robes mommy had to get her a robe)

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(Their robes mommy had to get her a robe)

(Their robes mommy had to get her a robe)

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(Breakfast)

"Well good morning ladies, y'all had a good night last night?." I asked them.

"Uh you know we did, but the real question is your aunty." Yanna told me.

"Yeah, Twinkie done showed out showed out she did something I never knew existed." Mom said to us.

"Listen the way she deep throat him in front of us let me know she don't give a damn." Jaebear said to us

"Right but she deserves it." Lunny said.

"Yeah she-." I started but stopped once aunty twinkie came downstairs from her part of the room with a limp.

"Well, well, well, Good morning Miss screamer, how was your night?." Mom asked her.

She just look at us and I automatically knew she lost her voice I told kierra to make her some tea with lemon and honey while I go get the cough drops.

After that kierra made her tea and I gave her cough drops she drank it and slowly but surely her voice was coming back.

"Let me see your neck." Aunty Karen said to her.

She investigated her neck and lord what did he do suck her like no ending.

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