Powellto ask him how he wanted the coffee prepared.Mr. Powell huffed and said, "Like I usually do." And that is...." Milk, no sugar. You've been getti...ng coffee for three years. How did youforget that?" Mr. Powell admonished."I'm sorry, Sir. It slipped my mind," Eddie replied as his heart beganto race a little before he hung up the phone.Eddie poured the milk into the coffee and carried it back to Mr.Powell's office. Mr. Powell shook his head at Eddie as Eddie placed thecup on his desk and. Her pussy was significantly closer than before as she leaned in for the kiss.Ridhi’s hand reached down to grab hold of my dick. I was sure that the sound of our wet kisses would be audible to the next room. But the rooms were quite far from each other in that hotel. My foreskin rolls back as soon as she grabs my dick.Ridhi positioned my cock parallel to my stomach and adjusted her soaking wet cunt over it. She didn’t take it in. Ridhi just looked at me and started moving back and forth. Her wet. Dad had sweat beading on his forehead as he stroked himself vigorously. He told my mom to open her mouth and she did just that, stretching out her tongue that still held ropes of Chris’s cum. Dad pressed the end of his dick onto her tongue and thick stream after thick stream came out, sticking to her tongue in a huge gob. Both of them stood over her catching their breath and chuckling to themselves. Dad patted Chris on the back and smiled at him then back at my cum-drenched mom. For a. Minister O’Connell had already vanished, and Margie’s Father guided me toward the chapel doors.As we mounted the steps to the chapel, I heard an organ begin to play the ‘Bridal March’, but we had no organ or even a piano. How could there be organ music, I wondered?“That’s part of the music that we brought with us,” Carl O’Connell told me, as if reading my mind. “Maybe he can read my mind,” I thought for a second, but we were passing through the doors of the chapel now, and I stopped in shocked.