Ranging from theoverweight, starting or restarting their weight loss by walking on thetreadmill, to the super slender running the fantasy marathon. ...It's abuffet for Marci. With the tour over, the attendant hands her themembership cards and bids her goodbye.On the way home, she stops at the grocery store to stock up on healthierfood, which isn't hard noting what she's seen in Mark's kitchen. Shethinks that he should have at least cleaned out the perishables from hisrefrigerator before he left. Man, Heather was a cute little thing, that’s for sure!After a while Heather asked, “So, what would you like to do?”Again, I found myself thinking of her choice of words, and answered, “Oh, I don’t know. What do you do around here for fun?”Ernie piped up and said, “My mom was thinking that we could go to the movies.”Heather jumped up off the couch saying, “I’ll get the paper to see what’s playing tonight.”When she walked away I took notice that her sweatpants had gotten wedged in the crack of. But I don’t want to come yet. I want to save it.”Nate continued to jerk it, staring at my dick.I glanced to the screen. Mommy was helping one son slowly ease his dick into the asshole of the other son. She murmured encouragements. Her hand never left her clit.I circled my fingers around my dick again. It was so hot. Then I glanced to Nate. “My dick might be longer, but you have that amazing cockhead. It would feel so good popping into my ass.”Nate’s mouth went slack with lust. “You do that? You. “Happy?”“Delirious, baby,” I said.“About marriage or the Cub that’s supposed to come with it?”“Both,” I laughed. “I got a guy who loves me enough to marry me and who gives me half a seventy-year-old airplane for a wedding gift.”“I like to think of it as a pedestal of widely adjustable height,” he said.“Be careful about putting me on a pedestal, buddy,” I snickered. “You have no idea what I wanna try...”“I only hope you aren’t disappointed.”“Ain’t gonna be, Bob. We’ve snuggled. Those were.