. "Greg blinked a few times, and realized that he was dreaming of being in the arms of an extremely handsome man." Dear god... " muttered Greg, " what... a dream... to think I actually enjoyed it... "Greg sighed as he got up out of bed." Maybe I'm a faggot... but I KNOW I love women... I mean.. I mean.. " he continued to mutter to himself.Greg, trying to forget the dream ambled into the shower." That dream was no coincidence... ' Greg '.... " said a mysterious voice in his head." Who the hell? ". "Lauren, Michelle, and their four kids." So no leftovers? You may have to fudge my budget this week." Maybe we'll go out a couple of times instead of eating leftovers," he said."Okay," she said and sighed. "I'm a little nervous about meeting your sisters." You'll be fine. Like I told you, they're gonna love you." Just like I do.She seemed to hear his unspoken addendum and smiled at him. "Go grill. I'll take care of the rest."Jason got the pan of chicken and a beer from the refrigerator and made. “Stop now.” She froze and squirmed a little. Her fingers began to move again. “I said STOP.” She ceased. She kept her hand nearby in defiance of my order. I stepped up to the bed and took her hand. I pulled it out from her pleasure hole. When her panties came to rest against her again, they became soaked with her juice. I could smell the sweet tangy odor from her. I knelt on the bed below where she lay. I took her by the thighs and raised her legs. He ankles came together and interlaced. I. She was lightly made up, the beautician knowing that my bride doesn’t need any makeup. The makeup was used to highlight her natural beauty. Her eyes sparkled with joy as her smile lit up the room. Her hair hung flawlessly in loose curls finishing off her natural look. I, with my beard trimmed, my glasses sat at a slight angle and a smile that was crooked upside down looked like a mess that had been poured into a smart black suit.As the music started, I pulled her into me, my spare hand going.