They could not be happier, or more proud of you, than they are right now.’ The two women hugged each other, at the memory of their lost loved ones,... and tears filled their eyes. The crying had to stop, before Fiona ruined her gown, so Marti and Gabby complimented her on the way she looked, and how beautiful her gown was on her. They told her she was going to be the most magnificent bride anyone had ever seen, and Southern Living would have a new cover girl next month. Fiona could not take any. She had already forgotten the face of the man whose tool she was eating, and that was how she wanted it to be. His identity didn't mean shit. His prick was all that counted.Kyle's hands worked downward. He spread her pussy lips and inserted a finger into the simmering stewpot. She moaned, feeling him tickle her clit, spearfuck her cunt.Juice was leaking from her hole and his finger got wetter, moved deeper. She whimpered around the cock that filled her mouth, and she milked his finger with her. She stuck a wig on my head and putmakeup on my face. She said it was just a bit of fun. But then she tookphotos of me on her mobile, and said that if I didn't dress up as awoman all the time, she'd put the pictures on the internet." I see," I said, not sure whether to laugh or cry at the sheer absurdityof the explanation."I'm sorry, Charlie," said dad. "I've been such an idiot, haven't I?" What's done's done," I replied. "Look, I doubt Jerry would try anythingon me while Elaine and Julie are. Willow said, “Thank you for coming and meeting with me – with us.”Rod said, “I’m a bit puzzled by why you wanted to meet here and on a Sunday. What’s this is all about? You made it sound really important.”Willow said to him, “I have a tiger by the tail – a story so big it could blow the lid off of everything going on in the area, and maybe the state. In the newspaper trade you’d stop the presses or put out a special edition on this one.”Rod looked skeptical. “Go on.”“I’ve been investigating.